The very second Quackity had come near enough his hotel bed to not only throw his bag at it- but also let his own back hit the covers with a nearly silent thump, this would be what he did. He was practically jumping up and down, squealing in his head, his legs being too tired for an action that required such energy.

What he had came to London for was an in-person test, as he was hoping to get into a law school in the UK. His hotel only permitted him three weeks here, until he’d leave and wait another year for his application to be evaluated, but that knowledge didn’t make it any less exciting for Quackity. He loved England, he had already decided this on the plane over from Mexico.