Quackity stepped up and onto the empty field. Wilbur, quiet. He noticed how the other didn’t recognize his existence at all. Quackity took out his cigarette, dropping it and stepping on it. He lied down beside the other. The two sat in complete silence, star gazing, Wilbur spoke, “beautiful, hm?” He hummed. “It is,” Quackity agreed. The raven-haired boy turned to look at Wilbur, he sighed and spoke again, “Wilbur, I’ve had a few come to me, they asked me to ask you,” he paused. “you okay?”