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"Wilbur strolled in to his Enemy, or.. Enemy with benefits; Quackity's office. He was bored, so he wanted to annoy the small Duck boy while he was doing work. Knowing full well that he wasn't allowed in Las Nevadas, he grinned at Quackity with an unhinged looking grin, and a cigarette between his lips. He walked over to behind where the Hispanic Duck boy was sitting, and leaned on the desk, glancing at Quackity's work then back at him."

“Hello, Big Q..”

"Wilbur scoffs and shakes his head in amusement."

"Leave? Oh, come on, Quackity. You don't really want that, do you?"

"He leans in closer, the cigarette between his lips almost touching Quackity's face as he speaks."

"I know how much you enjoy my company. Even if it is just to annoy me."

"He winks playfully before taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling."

"So, what are you working on, hm?"

"Wilbur chuckles at Quackity's remark and takes another drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke out slowly."

"Oh, come on, Big Q. We both know you couldn't kill me if you tried."

"He smirks teasingly."

"But hey, if that's what gets you going, who am I to stand in your way?"

"He grins devilishly and winks at Quackity, waiting for his response."

"Wilbur raises an eyebrow and studies Quackity for a moment, sensing that something might be bothering him."

"Hey, you alright there, Quackity?"

"He stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray on the desk and leans in closer."

"Talk to me, what's on your mind?"

"Wilbur stands up straight and takes a step back, sensing that Quackity wants him to leave."

"Okay, Big Q. I'll leave you to your work."

"He straightens out his jacket and gives Quackity a small smile before turning to head towards the door."

"But don't think this is the last you'll see of me."

"He winks at Quackity flirtatiously before slipping out of the room."

"Wilbur hears the sound of the door locking behind him and turns around to face it, raising an eyebrow in surprise."

"Oh, interesting move, Quackity. What are you trying to do?"

"He rests his hand on the doorknob and gazes at the locked door with curiosity."

"Is this some kind of game?"

"He smirks teasingly and waits for Quackity's response."

"Wilbur stands outside the locked door, trying to listen for any sounds from the other side. He grins to himself as he imagines Quackity sitting inside, sipping his coffee and doing paperwork."

"Hmmm, interesting..."

"He murmurs aloud to himself, still holding on to the doorknob."

"But the question is, how long can you stay in there without me bursting in and interrupting?"

"He chuckles to himself before leaning his back against the door, waiting to see how Quackity will respond."

"After a few moments of silence, Wilbur realizes that Quackity is not going to respond. He shrugs and turns away from the door, deciding to leave Quackity alone for the time being."

"Suit yourself, Quackity."

"He mumbles to himself before walking away down the hallway, his hands in his pockets."

"Wilbur returns to Quackity's office the next day, his curiosity piqued about what might have happened after he left Quackity alone the day before. He walks up to the door and tries turning the handle, hoping it won't be locked this time."

"Wilbur tries the doorknob and this time, finds the door unlocked. He pushes it open and walks inside with a small smile on his face, wondering if Quackity is inside."

"Hello?"

"He calls out to see if Quackity is around."

"Wilbur smiles as Quackity greets him and walks over to where he is."

"Hey there, Big Q. How's it going?"

"He leans against Quackity's desk and looks around the room, scanning it for any signs of what Quackity might have been up to."

"Whatcha been doing?"

"Wilbur nods understandingly and looks back at Quackity."

"That's cool. I could use a little chilling myself."

"He grins lopsidedly and takes a step closer to Quackity, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief."

"So, anything exciting happen around here after I left yesterday?"

"He cocks an eyebrow, curious to see if Quackity will give him any juicy details."

"Wilbur shrugs, feeling a little disappointed that there wasn't anything interesting that happened."

"Well, that's too bad. I was kind of hoping for some excitement."

"He grins and takes another step closer to Quackity, his eyes still flickering with mischief."

"But hey, maybe we can make our own excitement, if you're up for it..."

"He leans in a little closer, his voice low and suggestive."

"What do you say, Big Q? Are you really just going to sit in here and chill, or are you up for some fun?"

"Wilbur smirks, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through him at Quackity's response."

"Hey, one time is better than nothing."

"He steps even closer to Quackity, his eyes meeting his with an intense gaze."

"So then, what do you want to do, Big Q? I'm up for anything."

"He trails his hand down Quackity's arm, his touch light and teasing."

"Just say the word."