Quackity is fuming even before his lunch break.
Earlier he went to get his car, that was left at the shop for a bit of fixing, only to find that they had a 'little mishap' occur with the schedule, meaning his car isn't actually fixed like it should be, meaning his car has to stay here longer, meaning he's left to walk to work as they neglect his car for whatever excuse they made up.
How does that even happen? He's not sure, but he does know it pisses him off.
So with sore legs and a frustrated stature, he stomps into work and sulks into his chair.
Because of course this dull office job and repetitiveness would help sooth him over, lulling him into a calmer state.
Not today. Especially not today when he hasn't even tooken a sip of coffee before his insufferable co-worker slides next to him on his wheeled chair. Quackity's chair doesn't have wheels, it's unfair.
It's also unfair how he's stuck in the corner with this guy, Wilbur Soot, annoying as hell and on most occasions, acts younger than Quackity which isn't even the truth, Quackity should be less serious than him.
Of course, Wilbur disagrees. Same old excuse that Quackity's all too new to this particular work environment to let loose and smile a little. Then he would flick Quackity's chin to make him look up with a glare, meeting Wilbur's cheeky grin.
"Come on, I'm sure you look great when you don't come off as a potential seriel killer on their last nerve."
Quackity ignores him for the millionth time, scooting further to the right edge of his seat.
"I'm busy." He mutters, brows furrowed and how the hell is Wilbur not aware of how upset he is? Or does he just not care?
Seems likely, Wilbur is careless.
Wilbur hovers near him still, silent save for his low and steady breathing as he cranes his neck, then hums with interest as soon as Quackity so much as glances at him.
"How has your morning been?" Wilbur asks, it nearly sounds mocking, and Quackity shoots him a glare for it.
"Think you know, Soot."
Wilbur sits up properly in his seat and inches forward with a scoff and a dismissive wave. "Always with the last name."
"Of course."
Wilbur scrunches his nose then shrugs. "But add you being stubborn and lame. That's how it is with you."
Quackity doesn't look over at him again and pulls out his laptop, holding back a groan of annoyance. "Perhaps."
A moment of silence passes and Quackity actually has the opportunity to breath as Wilbur shuffles away in his chair.
Of course it doesn't last long, as Wilbur shows up, unprompted, and knocks on Quackity's desk like a door.
"Got something for you," He says plainly, making Quackity do a once over and slowly turn around. He looks at Wilbur's face, mostly unreadable but he's good enough to catch the hint of smugness that settles in his eyes, then down at what he's holding.
Quackity frowns.
"It's a plant?"
Wilbur whistles and sets it down. "Correct, very good Quackity. It is in fact, a plant."
Quackity adjusts the collar of his shirt, trying to make sense of why the rude, annoying, bothersome Wilbur decided to do this. He never gives gifts, it's kinda his thing to be the only one who doesn't bring any food or drinks to an event, or a single gift for their yearly Christmas party. Quackity had joined in October, and was quick to find out Wilbur was more the one to just talk, distract, and falsely flatter, without actually meaning anything too deep. Did he really have friends here if everyone here was his friend? Quackity scowls, failing to try and understand the surprise gift. And to clarify, no, it doesn't mean anything when he goes over the pot itself and realizes it's a stripped pattern of his two favorite colors. He huffs, cheeks warm with pent up anger and now slight awkwardness. "Why?"
Wilbur beams, rubs Quackity's shoulders, and winks. "Supposed to help you calm down."
Quackity grimaces, now he's simply just unamused. He rolls Wilbur's hand off his shoulder and scoots closer to his desk. "Be gone, Soot."
"Whatever, shows how appreciated I am." Wilbur mumbles dramatically so Quackity does hear, and scoffs as he trails away. Quackity bites his tongue and sighs.
"How often do you water it?"
It's really revolting how he can hear Wilbur's sneaky smile of victory through his voice.
Just a couple hours a day, he reminds himself.
But then Wilbur cuts him off on his beeline towards the exit on his lunch break. That they share.
"Oh. Yes?" He inquires, eyeing Wilbur suspiciously. The man blinks as if he entirely forgot what he was about to say and was now just having to deal with it.
"Oh, yeah, Quackity?"
Quackity raises a brow as Wilbur shuffles on his feet uncertainly like putting his weight on one side will affect the future in a greatly different manner than the other side, and he doesn't know which one will result in the positive outcome. He stops suddenly and shrugs. "Well seeing as we've got lunch at the same time, I was wondering if I could join you for some of it?"
The gears in Quackity's brain come to a very jerky hard stop as soon as Wilbur closes his mouth, head snapping up at the taller man like he's just lost his head. Maybe he has. First a plant, and know- if Quackity is understanding him right- a request to go eat lunch together?
The truth is...
Wilbur's really fucking confusing him. And Quackity is frustrated about it and just about a million other things. He's also busy, his car should be done so he really should go pick it up and pay for what was supposed to already be finished.
He hasn't had a very good day and honestly, going out on some co-worker buddy lunch thing with Wilbur will not help, trust him on this one.
He and Wilbur are not friends.
So yeah, Quackity is confused right now, eyeing Wilbur suspiciously in a poor attempt to figure out what is going on with him today. Not once in his almost entire year working here, has Wilbur suggested any sort of outing together, or really given him a gift that wasn't a poorly made card filled with what was, essentially, elementary school-level bullying nonsense. Like that one day where Wilbur, for the life of him and anyone else to ever exist, could not be professional for a single minute, and had thrown a paper airplane a whopping three feet from his desk to Quackity's, with a To: Quackity on the left wing. But if one were to unfold it they would see the stupid message reading 'Nice jumper, bet it'd look better in me'.
Out of place seems to be a running theme today. First his car and the stupid schedule, the plant, the offer for lunch, and now Wilbur's smile that isn't so sure of itself. He's never seen it on Wilbur's face, so it doesn't look right with the surroundings of work, it's out of place.
And now it's Quackity's job to put everything back in their spot in line. Starting with he fact of him having a properly working car again.
He swallow and gives Wilbur a half-assed shrug with a frown. "I'm really busy today," He says simply. Wilbur's outheld hand seems to hesitate for a moment before he tilts his chin up.
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Quackity nods. "My car is in the shop and I have to go get it."
"Oh." Wilbur steps back, head turn downwards. A moment passes, Quackity's about to say goodbye and leave, but then Wilbur clicks his tongue and eyes him curiously. "I could drive you there, if you want. We don't really have to go get anything to eat, since you don't seem to into that. But I could totally take you to your car."
Quackity almost goes to argue out of instinct before he processes Wilbur's words and stammers, words dying on his tongue that he bites before breathing in. He almost asks Wilbur why he's being weird right then and there. But he holds it in and debates whether he should accept or not. His lunch break didn't last forever and the walk there and back would take up some time, so he wasn't planning on actually eating anything anyways.
But now he's been given a chance at both eating and getting his car in less than like ten minutes. Not including the ride back, he'd have his own car to drive by then.
So it's only for these reasons that Quackity nods his head with a warm face.
"Thanks," He mumbles, ignoring Wilbur's grin to make it easier as they walk through the doors and he has to look away from the man when he clears his throat. "Also I'd be down for lunch, too."
Wilbur nearly trips on the curb and Quackity can not hold back laughing at that. He glances back at Wilbur, who stares out him, mouth open, before shooting up straight and catching up to him.
"Cool." Wilbur shrugs, swallowing before rushing to point across the parking lot. "My car's just over there."
Quackity follows the direction of his gaze and his pointed finger then nods before letting silence seep in for a moment or two, waiting until they are both seated in the car and buckled to look over at Wilbur whose looking out the front of the car with furrowed brows. Then Wilbur turns to face him.
"So where's this car shop?" He asks and Quackity almost doesn't realize the way he bites his own lip and adjusts his beanie.
Like he's nervous. Which he is not, by the way. So he dismisses his own actions and gives Wilbur the location so put into his phone. "As for lunch," He starts, sparing Wilbur a small glance before facing his window. "What did you have in mind?"
