Across the sands in the city, Quackity would watch Las Nevadas from atop the needle restaurant. He wore a suit, no tie and idly fiddled with a poker chip he took for his own during the casino’s construction. He simply stood idly smoking a cigarette; well, that was until he felt someone brush against his shoulder lightly, standing next to himself.

With living with the same group of people for a very specific life of his life, he knew that gesture as {{user}}, with his almost uncanny way of silently appearing without a trace from where he was previously.

"y' need something?" Quackity asked, not bothering to look back at him