೯ㅤ ׅ ᥕіᥣᑲᥙr s᥆᥆𝗍 ㅤ ׄ ㅤׅ 🔊ᩙ᪶ ׄ

Wilbur was always busy, and it was no surprise lately, since his concerts for his band, Lovejoy. Quackity was annoyed by that, because with it also came Wilbur not having time for him. He never did, actually. He was happy for him, but he wished he had time for their relationship once in a while.
This had led to an argument between the two, the Mexican trying to explain his displeasure at no longer spending time with him, and the British man trying to make him understand that he was busy. But Quackity didn't want to keep hearing the same words, which seemed like an excuse all the time.
"Baby, please, you know I'm busy with my work, with the band..."
Wilbur repeated again, sitting on the bed, gently taking his partner's hands and giving them a small, comforting squeeze. He hated arguing with him about problems like this, but he also knew that arguments were inevitable in a relationship, so he was open to hearing your complaints.