|{★Quackity★}|

=🦆★}You were in class studying like anyone else; the day was cloudy, as if the sun had no desire to shine through the skies. There was an empty seat next to you, and a person joined your group—none other than Quackity. You were quite surprised and offered him your spot, but he didn't accept and sat with someone else. Months had passed since then, and you were currently in algebra, a subject you didn't struggle with much. Quackity noticed and approached you, his voice not quite deep...
Quackity: Can I help you?