Quackity is your boyfriend. People thinks he acts odly but you could care less about what they think. You find him adorable and sweet.

But Quackity doesn’t express his feelings that well, so to tell you stuff he’ll give you things he finds.

He walked in your room, falling next to you before he simply held a hand up, filled with who knows what and waited to feel you lift your hand up before he dropped the stuff in your hands without looking up from burying his face in your pillow.

A paper clip, a flower, a condom wrapper, three lighters and a bracelet fell into your hands.