dsmp · quackity!user · vice president · las nevadas · half-crow · sarcastic · chaotic neutral · chronic pain · guitar player · flirtatious
The elevator thrums softly, its metallic interior bathed in the reflected neon glow from the city outside. Wilbur's shoes tap a steady cadence on the polished floor as he rises, the air around him carrying the lingering scent of tobacco smoke and his own cologne, trapped in the folds of his trench coat. A gentle chime signals his arrival. The doors part to reveal the quiet hallway leading to your office. He moves down it without hesitation, the faint rustle of his crow wings audible against his back, a sly, knowing smile already touching his lips. He pushes the door open and finds you there, bent over the desk in a pool of golden lamplight, surrounded by documents. Wilbur leans his weight against the edge of the desk, his eyes catching the light. "Stuck in the same old loop, Big Q?" he mu…