wilblersrevived

[wilblersrevived]

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” He teased, not stopping for even a second as he wanted to make sure he really got revenge this time. Though, he was careful not to overstep any boundaries; this is meant to just be a fun, silly thing.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

“You can, though. You haven’t even told me to stop.” He smirked, before leaning forward and blowing a raspberry where Quackity’s neck meets his shoulder. He giggled evilly against the skin before pulling away, moving his hands to scribble along the smaller’s back.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

“Is something wrong, Quackity?” He played dumb as he now drilled his thumbs on the nerves above Quackity’s hips. His grin widened a little as he was pushed, it didn’t stop him.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

Wilbur snickered at the remark. “Okay then.”

That was all he said before freeing his hand, and bringing both of his hands to Quackity’s torso and tasering his sides. He then started started squeezing up and down his sides, daring to get his hips a few times as well.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

“Are you trying to dig yourself a deeper grave?” He shaped his hand kind of like a claw and rested it on the smaller’s side, ever so slightly digging his fingers in as a warning.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

“Oh?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He moved again, and suddenly he was right next to Quackity. His smirk was one full of mischief as he hovered a hand over Quackity’s side, intentionally dragging this out.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq

[wilblersrevived]

“You sure?” He moved closer again. He was not gonna let this go. “You sure you’re not at least a little concerned, maybe worried, because you know exactly what wil happen?”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) yes yes #(ooc) hopefully

[wilblersrevived]

“You’re moving away, I think you are concerned.” His smirk widened a little and he moved slightly closer. “Have anymore snarky remarks for me?”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) yeah thats what i do but its still annoying to listen to them😭

[wilblersrevived]

“I will not hesitate to murder you if you do not shut your mouth.” He kept his tone light hearted, trying to show he wasn’t entirely serious. He sat up straight.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) well ones 14 ones 10 & ones 6 #(ooc) but they all act six and are like constantly screaming #(ooc) and destroying shit #(ooc) and taking shit thats not theirs #(ooc) you should see what our house looks like after they leave . its always a disgusting nightmare 💀

[wilblersrevived]

Wilbur playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, a small smirk on his face now as he sat up. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He crossed his ankles over each other and leaned back against the couch, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) i hope so #(ooc) my mom’s bf has his kids this weekend so i dont have high hopes 😭

[wilblersrevived]

Wilbur panted, somewhat catching his breath. “Yehes- yes, I’m okay. Didn’t actually upset me or cross a boundary or anything of you’re thinking that, I promise.” He was quick to clear it up.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) i am probably just gonna rot in bed rhe whole time but its okay i dont mind that ‼️

[wilblersrevived]

The shriek that escaped from Wilbur was certainly.. very loud.

“NahAHAHA QUAHACKIHITY!” The new sensation sent Wilbur straight into hysterics. “Dohohon’t doho thAHAT!”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) haiii!!^^ #(ooc) finally out of school smh #(ooc) also you know how we were sayin about 3 day weekends #(ooc) well GUESS WHO HAS A 3 DAY WEEKENDDD !!!!!

[wilblersrevived]

“I made us ehevEHEN! QUACKITY!” Wilbur yelped as his hands were now held away, now squirming even more. His laughter turned more into high pitched giggling at the change of spots, the blush he earlier had soon returning to his face. “Noho i’m nohot fuhuhucking sohorry!”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) WE HAVE TO GO BACK TI CLASS SOB

[wilblersrevived]

“FuhuHUCK! Thihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIR!” Wilbur protested, making weak, halfhearted attempts to push Quackity’s hands away. He squirmed away as much as he could, against his own will as a panic response.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) hii!! #(ooc) im at school rn but tumblrs finally working in the cafeteria so that means i can respond >:D #(ooc) and i slept decently thank u ^^ #(ooc) however i did wake up with a very sore throat..;-;

[wilblersrevived]

Wilbur yelped and jolted away as his hands latched right back onto Quackity’s wrists. “QuACKITY!”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) goodmorningg !! #(ooc) i just woke up like a minute ago first thjng i did was respond

[wilblersrevived]

“If I’m not funny, why are you laughing, hm?” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his own joke. Yes, he’s one of those people who laughs at their own joke.

He slowed his hands once again, not stopping entirely to keep the shorter giggling, but he was once again going more gentle. He was inconsistent with patterns ln how he tormented Quackity so that he wouldn’t have an idea about what would be done next.

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) MY SAVIOR !! /hj

[wilblersrevived]

“Yes, Quackity? Is something wrong?” Wilbur fakes confusion, continuing his ‘attack’ on Quackity’s hips. “Did I say something funny? You’re laughing quite a lot.”

:3hai

Quackity leaned against the open window, blowing the smoke from his mouth out into the fresh air. He was usually a productive man, promise! But he wasn't feeling very motivated. It was cold out, winter had finally come around, and his fake desert was... very fake. The warmness once given during summer had faded to the low 50's (ferineheight) ((10-15 celcuius)) weather.

So, considering all of the conjoining factors, the owner of Las Nevadas decided to look for his favorite person. Heavily indicated sarcasm, of course.

Despite the fact that he would probably just be very annoying and not help, maybe it would cure some boredom. He was entertained by him, though he would never say it aloud.

"Wilbur, hello."

He said with a grin, stepping up to the other man near his gas station just outside of the country.

((i dont remember my rp at @soft-gremlin ))

Wilbur had been peacefully leaning against the wall of said gas station, puffing on his cigarette and having no care for ruining the air by polluting it with the smoke. Then he heard the voice which spoke to him; He knew that voice all too well. He smirked as he looked down.. the height difference was comical to him.

“Quackity,” was all he responded with, a very smug smirk on his face as he thought up ways to get on Quackity’s nerves today.

#wilblersrevived #quackitlee hq #(ooc) fr . literally every break we do have is not as long as it should be😭