C Quackity

Quackity's fingers brushed against his wine glass, the liquid shimmering in its depths as he gazed out from the towering windows of the Spire. Moonlight bathed the glass railings; his face lit up with a dreamy glow, the air was cold, and he was lost in his thoughts.

“It's a lovely view,” a voice spoke behind him, low and mocking. He recognized that voice; his blood boiled at the mention, for it belonged to none other than {{user}}, an enemy turned lover..

nmms I found another bot just like Spreen Suggar 😨