𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 || Jschlatt x Quackity || BL +18 ((HIATUS))

𝟚. 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨

There wasn't a problem at all.

Even the explanation isn't that difficult to comprehend, that's what the horned one was thinking the moment he finally took his first glass of alcohol, the bitter of the liquid let him refresh his thoughts and he exhaled all the stress he had.

Jschlatt didn't wanted Quackity to watch him in such a miserable state, and this is the only way he has to relax after all. Getting drunk was something off of his hands, but the more he was drinking, the more unconscious of the world he was. And so, there was no way he couldn't care less about his surroundings.

His mind was plenty blank as he continued savoring his god damn repertory of liquor. This can't be healthy, and even if he knows that, he can't stop himself. All kind of concern was missing, even that little thought of Quackity being outside. What if something attacks him?

"Meh, he will be fine"

It was a loop of drinking, feeling relieved and getting another tasty glass of alcohol. Then he got the full bottle of vodka when the vibration of his phone distracted him, and of course, he was the hell drunk at this point. Message per message, he unlock it just to kinda read what appeared in the screen. "They need to talk?", one of his fingers sliped to the call button for accident. The brown haired look at the screen with confusion, not even knowing what he was doing at this exact moment.

Quackity actually answered.

ーHeeey..~ー

ーAre u fucking drunk?ー

ーWhy do u ask, Flatty Pa--?ー

ーListen, this is something we can't talk if your fucking brain it's not working ー

ーHey-- I'm not god--damn stupid, I can talk.~ Maybe it's some shit that's not even important. Spit it out!ー

ーOh my god, it's important, u asshole. It's about usー

ー..Oh, so it's that kind of talk.. Yeah, I don't care. Do whatever u wantー

Then he hang up.

It seemed like a joke for him, well, it's something an actual drunk ram can't take seriously. All was extremly different, it just took a few seconds to see Jschlatt bursting in laughs as he let himself drop in the couch.

Now there was a shocked latino sitting in the sofa watching the screen of his phone. Is this even real? A good phrase any mexican had heard even one time was, "the kids and the drunks always say the truth". Maybe it's dumb to think Jschlatt did mean what he said, that he didn't care.

You can't believe a damn drunk will say the truth, but what if he actually doesn't care?

Does this mean they just broke up?

For his own surprise, he didn't cry this time. He was still thinking; leaving work aside, there's nothing more he has to do or care about. It's just him and his horse Juan Boner. It's been so long since he had time for himself, is he feeling better? Can't tell, he just decided to look who can he spent some time with, having some support from friends it's something that a person usually has in this situation, wasn't it?

The first contact that appeared online was BBH; their friendship was wonderful, or at least, it was for the little Quackity. He knows that himself can be quite annoying, but his goal was always make people smile and laugh. BadBoyHalo didn't want him as a best friend but still, he always annoys him by telling him that they are best friends. Always responding that he's best friend it's Skeppy.