Chapter Two: I'll teach what I can.
Wilbur carefully slid his fingers across the wings, being careful around the bent and loose feathers. He sighed, the stubs on his back twitching. He still remembers his own wings getting cut off when he died. The feeling constantly burns in the back of his memory. The searing pain of- "Are you alright?" Quackitys voice snaps Wilbur out of his daze. "Uh yeah. Fine. I'll have to show you how to take care of these huh?" Quackity shrugs, "I guess so." Wilbur sighs knowing that they'll both quickly get tired of each other and probably end up in a fighting/flirting kinda thing like they usually do. "Can I… tidy them up a bit?" Wilbur struggles to find the right words to go with the request. Quackity gives one quick nod and Wilbur gently massages the duck hybrid's wings as he gently pulls out the loose feathers. Quackity winces at every tug and Wilbur comforts him by gently rubbing his lower back and whispering sweet praises. When Wilbur finished plucking and straightening the feathers, he gently slid his hands across the beautiful pristine wings. They still had sand and grime on them. He would need to clean them. Well, show Quackity how to clean them. "How do they feel?" Wilbur asks gently, taking a step back. Quackity flexes and flaps his wings he breathes a sigh of relief. "Nice. They feel good. Thanks." Wilbur nods quietly. "We still have to clean them. You've got sand in 'em. This isn't the ideal environment for the species of wings you have." Quackity looks surprised, "species?" He asked, confused. Wilbur nods. "Phil has crow wings, Tommy has chicken, mom has raven and I have-... Had…. Crow as well…." Wilbur sighs sadly and Quackity's gaze softens. "You must really miss your wings huh?" Quackity asked softly, knowing this was a hard topic for the brunette. Wilbur looks up and nods slightly. "Yeah. But the thing that hurts the most isn't the memory of having them… it's the memory of losing them. I can't even remember most of what happened. I think it was mostly trauma repressed or some shit." Quackity felt the need to comfort his rival, although he didn't know how so he just stood there awkwardly. "I'm sorry that happened.- Wilbur interjected before Quackity could say more. "Shut up. I don't need your fucking pity." Quackity was shocked. Here he was, trying to be kind and this asshole called it fucking pity!? This fucking twat… Quackity thought. "I wasn't trying to fucking pity you man. I was trying to be fucking nice but of course you go and let your goddamn ego get in the fucking way!?" Quackity's surprise had turned into anger and he was fuming. This fucking Frankenstein monster looking asshole has the audacity!? Wilbur rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Right. Totally. The great Quackity Nevadas feels sympathy? For me of all people? Right. Is it gonna start snowing in the desert now?" Quackity's wings flared in anger as he spoke two words firm and clear. "Get. Out." Wilbur flinched slightly at the tone but the shorter didn't notice. Quackity's death glare would be enough to kill an ordinary man, but Wilbur was far from ordinary. He was Wilbur fucking Soot for XDs sake. Who gave a fuck in this little man threatened him. He smirked and leaned down to Quackity's level. "Make me." Quackity growled, he knew the brunette was just trying to get a reaction. He turned around and began to walk out of the office. Wilbur's smirk falters "Where are you going?" he asked quickly. "Leaving," Quackity said pointedly. "Wha…. Without putting your shirt back on? People could get the wrong idea." Wilbur said, trying to hide the frantic tone in his voice. He didn't want Quackity to leave. Quackity growled, "Then you get out. Now." Wilbur pouted. "Aww. But I was enjoying the view." Quackity was confused for a second. There are no windows in his… oh. Quackity's eyes widened and he flushed slightly. "Wha- what!? How fucking dare you!? Get the fuck out now!" Wilbur hummed in reply and began to leave the office. He paused before he opened the door, he glanced back. "Let me know when you need to know how to clean your wings." He said with a smirk. Quackity growled. "Get out!" Wilbur did so and left, closing the door behind him. He chuckled quietly at the avian's attitude. He loved seeing him flustered like he used to. He missed those days. Instead of yelling there'd be smiles and laughs. Instead of fighting there'd be love. He missed the days when he could say I love you. When Wilbur finally began to leave, a small fox boy ran into him. "Ah sorry sir-" the fox boy froze as he looked up.