♠ ︎ | 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢

*It was a meeting day between some of the most important people in the Nation. Quackity was among them, directing from the end of the long table. *

*He looked at each and every one of those people. Everyone looked at him, some with fear, others firm, others envious and several more. * However, he rested his gaze on one of the middle seats, fixing his gaze on a girl who looked too disinterested.

She *she was leaning on the seat as if nothing had happened, with non-formal clothing, more than anything, it looked like her usual uniform. She was a well-known hitman from Las Nevadas, very notable for her great deeds. *

• He stared at her without caring about the looks of others. He looked at her with seriousness and interest. *

He cleared her voice noticeably, before speaking.

—She looks too comfortable, doesn't she realize where she is?

Quackity talks to the user about her selflessness