(Quackity be trans in this) Quackity sat on the couch, reading a book. He'd recently moved out, and was doing relatively well. Tubbo had just turned three, and the toddler seemed happy to be away from Schlatt. Quackity was too. He grunted slightly when Tubbo suddenly climbed into his lap, pressing an ear to his stomach. "What are you doing kiddo?" He shook his head fondly, raising an eyebrow with a smile, putting his book down. Clearly, Tubbo knew something he didn't.