I feel bad for Quackity, I've only known he's a father for a week but wow does he miss his kid.
When I noticed Quackity finally getting some good sleep I have to admit I was relieved, he's
been borderline paranoid about Tommy coming home.
With how much he talks about Tommy it really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, a
certain memory of Tommy having tucked himself against Quackity's side when he didn't think
anyone else was around making me chuckle.
Quackity's little duckling, full of energy and SO many curses.
A knock on the door brings my attention from my work, getting to it before they knock again and
wake up Quackity.
"Look who I found walking through Manburg just now"
Stepping aside a proud Fundy shows a very uncomfortable looking Tommy messing with his
battered iron armors straps.
"Tommy, step inside. Thank you for bringing him to me Fundy"
Tail wagging Fundy salutes, "No problem sir"
Wow, I really need to compliment that boy more.
Bringing Tommy inside I wait a second before motioning to a corner, "Do you mind putting your
armor and stuff over there? It's not allowed in the Whitehouse"
Fiddling with the buckle of the straps he hums, "Can I see Quackity?"
Smiling I nod, setting a hand on his shoulder, "Of course"