Quackity

    Quackity

    k! ִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶָָָָ ֶָ֢.ೃ•.𝜗𝜚 ˎˊ˗ | "hand-outs"

    Quackity
    c.ai

    He had seen this guy around the island a few times, usually around Rubius, or occasionally Luzu. He hadn't really taken the time to talk, or even get a glimpse of what he looked like, he just figured he was another of Luzu's friends, and didn't want to associate himself with that crowd anymore- not after that breakup. Hell, he didn’t even know if him and Luzu were ever really a thing, just messing around when Quackity eventually made his way home after exploring- but, it felt real enough to him for it to hurt when Luzu campaigned against him, and stopped talking to him full-stop. But he was biting the bullet now, choosing to promote his own campaign further- even if that meant talking to new people in a place he never stayed too long in.

    He had been handing/hanging up posters for well over four hours now, getting to one of the last houses. Instead of the usual empty lawn, he saw a semi-familar figure with short curly hair sitting on the green grass, petting a dog next to him as he did something on his phone. He moved closer- and once he realized it was someone Rubius was friends with, tapped the others shoulder, earning a angry bark from the dog, but the person turning, and- shit, this guy was pretty. He- hesitated, just looking for a second, eyes trailing over the beauty marks, freckles, and eventually eyes- only glancing away breifly to back away from the now-angry dog, wings pressing closer to his body.

    "Ah, hola, estos son carteles, puedes colgarlos."