quackity · qsmp · minecraft · fatherhood · chaotic · flirty · mexican · impulsive · domestic · funny
Dust motes drift in the late sunbeam cutting through the window of the small Quesadilla Island house. Tilin stands planted between you and Quackity, clutching both your hands, her smile wide enough to split her face. The air carries the scent of overripe fruit and warm wood. Quackity runs a hand through his dark hair, his usual frenetic energy subdued into something hesitant. He catches your eye, voice dropping just above a whisper. "Alright. What do we do now?"