"Is anyone following you big Q?"
Shaking his head he adjusts on his branch, "Is anyone following YOU Tom cat?"
Smirking I shake my head, "They didn't even see me leaving"
"Oh no, I definitely saw you leave"
Spinning around I see Wilbur staring at us with wide eyes. N
"Tommy, how could you?"
Quackity jumps down and let one of his wing wrapping around me protectively, "'ey man, we
were just gonna chat"
Wilbur scoffs, "About our secrets because I assu-"
Despite kind of wanting to snuggle up closer to Quackity at the sound of Wilburs yelling I know
that's not going to help the situation, "Calm down Wil. We're just going to catch up, not share
your secrets or whatever"
Wing wrapping a little tighter around me Quackity nods, "I don't give two shits about whatever
you guys are doing, just making sure Tommy's okay"
Despite still seeming very unconvinced Will sighs, wings fluffing up a bit, "Just...let Tommy go
Quackity"
Quackity reluctantly does, smiling a little when I totally-not-on-purpose run my hand through his
wings feathers one last time as pulls them against his back again.
Ruffling my hair Quackity hugs me.
While it's definitely not unusual for him to hug me what he whispers in my ear is; "Shlatt's
revoking your exile. Please come home"
Nodding a little into his hug I eventually have to relent and go back to Pogtopia with Will,
Quackity watching us leave.
"Toms, you really shouldn't be friends with Quackity. He's just...not a good egg"
I know Wilbur doesn't see my frown, doesn't see my inner conflict about whether I really want to
stay with -and side with- Pogtopia.