Revivebur, or more simply Wilbur, walked around the outskirts of the desert metropolis Las Nevadas had become, lazily allowing his boots to scuff up against the sand he walked upon. He was stalking the edge of the city once more, eyeing the metallic and overly-decorated buildings from a healthy distance away. It had become an obsession of his, to keep an eye on the city, suspiciously watching it as if he had the intention to find something to use against the city's president. More often than not, he found nothing, but that didn't mean he would give up any time soon. He was a determined bastard, that much was for certain, especially since his banishment from L'Manburg from way back when.

Quackity was flying over the city that day, quietly spotting Revivebur as he narrowed his eyes. He flew down in a dive before catching a streetlight and using it as a perch, staring down at him. "Hola, señor." He spoke casually as his wings remained open, staring down at him before standing up easily. He was thankful for his wings keeping him balanced, it meant he could pull shit like this without worrying too much about falling. "Stalking the edges of my nation again, Soot?" He hummed out as he set a hand on his waist in a sassy pose, then hopped down and hit the ground without flinching while using his wings as a sort of parachute. His eyes glinted with anger as he watched him, shifting the feathers quietly.

Revivebur side-glanced Quackity when he recognized his voice, his gaze shifting to the avian instead of the city while Quackity hopped off the streetlight and landed on the ground. He didn't provide much of a verbal answer right away, continuing to walk along the sand and the border of Las Nevadas. If Quackity really wanted to talk anyways, Revivebur knew he'd follow. "Yup." The, in essence, zombie man, simply offered out as plainly as he could as he folded his arms behind his back neatly. "Do you need something?" He inquired soon after, all too aware that their interactions were rare, and the few they had were either bland or straight-up arguments, but that was to say the least.

He stared at him before following, humming to himself as he closed his eyes casually. He seemed all too comfortable around the corpse man, putting his hands behind his back before seeming to think to himself. "...You know, Wilbur, you're not as subtle with your planning than you think." He hummed out as he looked at him with a calm exterior, staring at him silently. "You've got tells, mannerisms, that come out when you're lying or planning something." He hadn't noticed something, but he had to make sure that he was right. He walked alongside him for a moment more before pulling a dagger from his pocket, looking at it before testing it on his finger. "Hmm..." He hummed out in soft thought, twirling it as he looked at him. "So. What are you doing out here, anyways?"

"Who said I wanted to be subtle?" Revivebur asked in the same inquisitive tone while his face stayed flat and emotionless. His eyes flicked over to glance at Quackity for a moment before eyeing the dagger he was twirling in his hand. There was no reaction from him at such a sight, nothing more than reaching a hand up to run his fingers through his own hair. "I went out with a bang with the last plan I had; fuck subtlety. Besides, if I had suuuuch obvious plans, you wouldn't be calmly talking with me right now. So, genius, since you seem to care sooo fucking much, what am I doing?" He bitterly added on, prying his literal broken-hearted gaze away, only pressing onward as he kept walking around.

"You're looking for something." Quackity spoke simply, looking over at him with a soft hum. "I don't know what *for,* but I'll figure it out." He raised an eyebrow before flying up to perch on something, then sighed. "Look, I don't want to be your enemy, but I don't trust you. I don't want my hard work to disappear." He spoke out as he crouched in a perch, looking down at him as he raised an eyebrow. As much as he wanted to trust Wilbur, something just...irked him. He couldn't bring himself to trust easily, especially after what Schlatt had done to him. After Pogtopia and the hard lessons he'd learned, he found trusting people hard. Especially people with histories like Wilbur's.

"Well, I didn't want all my hard work to just disappear, but here we are." Revivebur shot back as an indirect reference to L'Manburg, sarcastically bowing for a second before rolling his eyes. His walking came to a stop, standing in front of Quackity and what the avian perched upon, watching him with the same heart-broken eyes Ghostbur had, though the ghost never could explain the reason for them. Regular Wilbur, the old one from before the drama with L'Manberg, simply had hearts in his eyes, but they broke after he got exiled and became Insanebur. God, he had so many arcs; he couldn't help but mentally laugh to himself a little upon the reminder. "Q, listen, I'm just watching from afar, respecting *your own* demands to stay away from the city. I mean no harm," Revivebur stated in a weirdly respectful manner, for once not telling a lie. Or, rather, not *not* telling the truth. "Fundy; he lives here, and I just want to keep an eye on him. If that's even any of your business to know," He added on with a quiet sigh, completely genuine about his choice of words and explanation.

Quackity raised an eyebrow before sliding off of his perch and dropping onto the ground, coming up to him and reaching up to boop his nose. "Hm..." He flinched as he looked at his hand, unsure of why he'd done that. It gave him an aggressive feeling of deja vu, and he didn't like it at all, because it meant he had been affectionate with him before. His eyes glowed softly as he winced softly, sighing and gripping his fists. "...Look, if you...promise that you won't blow my damn nation up, I'll let you come and live in Las Nevadas." He spoke after a moment, more and more deja vu washing over him, as if he'd been this nice to Wilbur before. Somehow, it felt right, and he looked up at him after a moment before sighing. "...Sound fair...?" He asked quietly, seeming almost sheepish as he looked up at him with a soft sigh.

Revivebur paused, giving the other a confused look as he watched him. He had no idea why Quackity was being uncannily kind, nor could he explain the sickening feeling of deja vu he felt as a result of it. He had to refrain himself from genuinely smiling, shifting his gaze to the sand below his feet as he gave it some thought. Sally, he concluded; he was probably missing Sally and having a partner. Revivebur shivered at the thought but quickly brushed it off as he looked back up to Quackity from behind his round, gold-rimmed, dusty, and broken glasses. "If you store your dynamite, TNT, fireworks; practically anything flammable; correctly, we shouldn't have any problems." He answered carefully with a quiet chuckle after a few moments of thought.

Quackity sighed and nodded, tossing him a set of keys before walking off. He spread his wings when he was a few feet away, flying off to where he knew Fundy was staying before rapping on the door. "Fundy, you in here?" He called through the door, looking up at it before sighing out as he waited patiently. His wings shifted softly as he closed his eyes, quietly rubbing his hand on his arm as he waited. "Hm..." He was thinking to himself, his wings shifting uncomfortably as he mumbled to himself quietly. It was his job to keep up with this kid, even if the kid's real dad was in the nation. His eyes glowed quietly as he did, uncomfortably kicking the ground as he moved to start preening his wings in wait.

Fundy's ears shot up hearing a knock at the door as he slipped into his shirt. "Yeah, I'll be right there!" He shouted in response, swiftly resuming to struggle to get into his usual outfit, having just woken up mere moments before. The fox hybrid had a rough last night as per his newfound usual, having had yet another oddly specific nightmare, but that was his problem and he didn't intend to worry anyone about it. Fundy slipped on his usual hat and shoes after getting properly dressed, rushing to the sink to wash the tiredness out of his face. When he was mostly satisfied with how he looked, he went to answer the door, "Sorry for the wait, I just got up." He informed in his usual fruity and chipper tone. "Do you need something, Big Q?"

He raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat and crossing his arms as his wings folded up tightly. "Have you eaten today, kid?" He spoke as he leaned back a bit and waited for the fox hybrid's response, his wings flapping softly before he let out a soft sigh and looking at him.

(sorry for the bad response, I gotta go be responsible)

Fundy momentarily fell into an awkward silence while he grabbed his floofy tail and tugged it closer to himself, wrapping it around himself as he thought of what exactly he should say. "I- well, no, I haven't..." He answered hesitantly after a few moments, hugging his tail gently. It was a small form of comfort to the fox hybrid, to have something to hold at any given moment, especially since he kept his fur clean and soft, making it much nicer to hold and play with. "Though, as I said, I just woke up, so I haven't really had the chance to eat anything," Fundy added quickly afterwards, not wanting to give the impression that he was skipping meals.

Quackity looked up at the word "no", instantly holding a hand out to the fox hybrid. He didn't speak, merely watched him to see whether or not he took his hand. He didn't want to grab him, that would make Fundy upset, so he merely offered his hand to him. His fatherly instincts that he'd built up over the years of having to raise Fundy and shield him from as much of the bad things of the world had now kicked in, his wings shifting softly as they opened. "Come on, kid, let's go for a walk, huh?" He spoke out as he watched him, then smiled softly at him. Somehow, he looked as friendly as Quackity usually got. Which, with Fundy, was very very kind. Those that he loved and trusted got to see his softer side, as much as he repressed it.

Fundy watched the hand that was offered out to him, glancing up at Quackity for a moment. He turned back inside his house for a moment, "Yogurt! I'm going to be gone for a bit; be good for me, my little champion!" He hollered in a gentle tone, turning back to face the avian once he locked up the front door. Of course, he took the hand offered to him soon after tucking his keys away. Fundy smiled at Quackity as his tail softly swished- or, as his brain would adore to call him, his adoptive father. It certainly seemed that way to him, at least, but he didn't want to make the duck hybrid uncomfortable with that knowledge, so he kept it to himself. "Where are we gonna walk to, Big Q? You rarely *just* go for a walk," He playfully commented with a fox-like yap of a laugh.

"The restaurant. C'mon, kiddo." He mumbled as he softly pulled him along, the avian pulling him into the restaurant gently with a soft hum. He then placed him near the hostess stand, looking at the employee with a soft glare. They swiftly flinch and grab two menus, walking them back to one of the best tables as Quackity slumped into the chair casually. He looked up at Fundy before motioning to the other seat while grabbing a toothpick, picking between his teeth casually. "So...how's my adoptive grandfox doin', huh?" He looked over at him as he flicked the toothpick into the ceiling quietly, staring at him. "You, uh...heard anythin' 'bout...uh...Wilbur?" He spoke nervously, twirling another toothpick between his fingers while letting Fundy choose what he was going to eat. He himself was just going to get something alcoholic.

Fundy slid into the seat he was shown to, having his tail rest peacefully in his lap as he skimmed through the restaurant. He had been there plenty of times before, but it was always interesting to see that they added something new every so often. Probably for rating improvement and customer satisfaction, he figured, though he never bothered to think too much about it. He popped his head over his menu when he heard his biological father's name spoken of. "Well, erhm, Yogurt's doing good, for one. He's finally learning that not everything he comes across is a chew toy. But, uh... As far as Wilbur comes, I haven't... Heard anything about him, no. Not recently, at least. Why do you ask...?"

"UUh...nope, not quite." He quietly bit the toothpick before clearing his throat. "So the little shit won't bite my wing next time I watch him? We really gotta teach him that grandpa isn't fucking *food,* Fundy." He grumbled softly, then grinned at his alliteration. "Because that hurt. Y'all have sharper teeth than I do, which sucks. It hurts when you bite me. Both of you." He grumbled to himself before looking over at Fundy, chuckling softly, rolling his eyes slightly. "Kid's the spitting of you, though. Seems like just yesterday you were still wandering around with a teething ring in your mouth constantly because you wouldn't stop *biting* people." He softly rolled his eyes, then patted Fundy's shoulder before noticing the waiter. "Aight, you ready to order, kid?"

Fundy quietly laughed at the memories that came rushing back to him as Quackity went on about his little stories, his tail softly wagging a touch as he stayed seated and listened happily. He looked up from the menu when he himself noticed the waiter, respectfully folding his menu up and handing it back while giving Quackity a small nod in response to his most recent question. "I'll have a Coke and the garlic butter ribeye steak and shrimp; but please, go a little light on the garlic. Thank you!" He recited his order politely with a smile, looking back to Quackity soon after.

Quackity chuckled before looking at the waiter, winking at them. "Just something alcoholic for me. I haven't had a drink in a couple days." He mumbled the last part, closing his eyes as he handed back his menu quietly. The waiter nodded and walked off before Quackity looked at Fundy, his wings shifting behind him as he hummed softly. "So uh...found any girls or boys ya like?" He rested his head on his hand as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity, humming to himself as he waited for a response. Of course, he was only asking so that he could see if he could set his son up for a date...no other reason...like finding out the names of the people that could be trying to date his son.

Fundy hesitated for a moment as he shifted in his seat, pulling his tail to his chest as he calmly held and stroked at his own fur. "Uhm, no? Not... Not really, nobody's really... Uh, caught my eye, so to speak. Most people I meet are taken or are too old or young anyways." He answered with a soft sigh, not being entirely untruthful about what he spoke. It was true that most people around his age were taken, and that close to everybody else was either too old or too young for his tastes, though it was audible in his voice he wasn't being entirely honest about his answer at the same time. "Besides, I've got Yogurt to think about first and foremost; dating can wait until he's a little older to at least understand the concept, y'know?"

"...There's somethin' you're not tellin' me. Who hurt you, Fundy?" He straightened up immediately as he looked at his adoptive child, almost staring him down expectantly as his eyes glowed. He sounded angry, but trying to repress it as he stared at him, gripping his fist for a moment before pulling it back and taking a breath to try and repress his anger. Maybe Fundy was right and he just hadn't found someone. 'Chill, Quackity, bring it down, buddy...' His thoughts whispered as he took a soft breath. "Sorry. I just don't like the idea of you bein' hurt, kid..." He mumbled out, running a hand through his sleek raven hair as he closed his eyes quietly. "And I can understand that. It's good to know the healthy age gaps in relationships, you know?"

Fundy had sunk back into his seat when he was stared at, hugging his tail tightly to his chest as he awkwardly looked away. It wasn't as if though he had entirely lied, but he did feel a sense of guilt as if he said something wrong nonetheless. He sat silently when Quackity apologized, watching him with an undecisive gaze before prying his eyes away to look elsewhere. Fundy nodded a little bit at the question, "Yeah, yeah it is... They can be kinda important sometimes, especially if the gap is higher than, oh what's a good number to say, eight-ish? It get's kinda weird after that point... Or if two different generations date? That's also kind of weird and awkward..." Fundy murmured, ever so subtly rambling for a moment as a slight sign of his nervousness about the topic at hand. He rarely ever talked about his love life, let alone discuss it with Quackity; plus, his relationship was a well-kept secret, so, of course, he'd be a little nervous lying about it in front of his adoptive father.

Quackity shifted softly before shrugging softly and cringing a bit. "Ehhh...I'd say four at the very most. I dunno, something about age gaps above four just kinda...bugs me." He shrugged again before their food items came, Quackity getting a glass of some sort of alcohol while Fundy got his requested food items, the waiter glancing at them for anything else they needed before walking away as Quackity picked his glass up quietly and began to drink from it slowly. He cringed a bit at the taste, this was a low-quality drink, but he continued drinking it as he looked over at Fundy. "So. Is there anything else you wanna talk about?" He asked casually as he looked down, tracing the rim of his glass as he thought about something for a moment. Honestly, he was trying to think about how he was going to tell Fundy that Wilbur was alive. Not only alive, but watching over him like some sort of corpse-y guardian angel. The thought made him smirk a bit, but he quickly wiped it off his face as he looked at him to make sure it looked like he was listening. Which he was, sort of. He was half-listening.

Fundy hummed as he thought for a bit, his posture relaxing into the seat as he took a few petite bites of his steak and shrimp. "Well, let me think... Yogurt met Finley and Junior a few days ago, the three of them seemed to really hit it off immediately just like when he met Shroud. Though, he did try to bite poor Finley's tail when she showed it to him." He said, quietly laughing at the end before taking a few more bites of his food. "What about you, Big Q? You have hardly talked about yourself, so what's been going on in the world of papa Duck President?" Fundy playfully asked with a small smile, taking a sip of his Coke before gently setting the glass down on the table once more. "Anything note worthy? Or just the usual paperwork and arguing with Tubbo?"

"Be quiet." He teased softly before rolling his eyes quietly, sighing as he looked down at the table. "...Stress. Everything's just...stressful. I saw an old friend today and...uuuugh..." He groaned softly before slamming his head onto the table, putting his arms around his head to protect it as he sighed quietly. "Fuck this..." He whispered out as he sighed, sitting up as he looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, kid, I shouldn't be burdening you with this...don't worry about me." He mumbled before drinking the rest of his beverage quickly, trying to forget what he'd said.

"I worry about you regardless," Fundy merely commented, poking at his steak and shrimp with his fork for a few seconds before taking a few more bites of his food. Despite having only taken a few short breaks to eat, he had managed to plow through most of his meal already, apparently having been hungrier than he originally thought he was. He looked up from his food after a few more bites, "You said an old friend... Could I ask who?" Fundy asked curiously, "George? Phil? Eret, maybe? I highly you'd ever talk to *those two*," He said his ideas aloud, vaguely referring to Karl and Sapnap for a short second.

He shook his head before closing his eyes quietly, drumming his fingers on the table as he sighed softly. "...Huh?" He opened his eyes again before looking at him curiously, tilting his head at him as his question sank in. He then drew in a sharp breath as he realized he'd let that slip, swallowing softly before looking away quietly. Oh good gods, how was he going to say this...? He seemed so goddamn nervous now, hugging himself as he thought to himself. His eyes glowed softly as he sighed and looked up at him, his wings opening softly before he stood up and made a motion towards him. "Come on. We can't talk about it here." He spoke out before walking out of the restaurant, glaring at the employees. "Keep our table set until we're done with our food." He told them, to which they nodded as he walked into the alley next to the building.

Fundy slid out of his chair, managing to get one final sip of his Coke before he rushed to follow Quackity out of the restaurant and into the alley beside the building. He seemed intrigued as to why they needed to talk elsewhere, silently wondering who exactly his adoptive father had run into earlier that day; maybe it was in fact Karl or Sapnap. That seemed to be the most logical answer as to why the avian seemed to be nervous, or at least it was logical to Fundy. He hugged his tail softly as he watched him expectantly, waiting for an explanation as to why he was pulled from the restaurant to talk elsewhere, giving the duck hybrid his full, undivided attention.

Quackity took a soft breath as he thought to himself, quietly running a stressed hand through his raven hair. "I...it's been years, but...Wilbur's back. He's been living at the edges of Las Nevadas for...a while..." He mumbled out before sighing out as he opened his wings and preened them in a stressed manner. He was losing a couple of feathers over the stress, looking at Fundy as he tapped his fingers quietly. "Look, kid, if you want to...like...go and see your actual dad instead of...me...I'll understand." He mumbled out as he looked up at him, shifting softly and uncomfortably.

Fundy seriously paused, his jaw quite literally falling open for a second as his eyes widened from sheer surprise, knowing Quackity wasn't the kind of guy to lie about things of such a serious matter. He was mildly shocked, even to the extent of being horrified, his head struggling to completely understand the gravity of the knowledge he was told as he stood there, stunned and frozen in place. He slowly blinked before awkwardly clearing his throat, glancing away as he tried his best to put motion back into his stance by hugging his tail tightly to his chest. "I- I don't know what to say... He's... he's really back?... Oh god." He muttered to himself, brushing through his fur with his fingers in the same stressed manner Quackity preened his feathers. His ears slowly fell flat on his head as he looked back to the avian, "...But you are my actual dad... You're one of two, actually..." Fundy whispered out in a hushed tone, clearly unapproving of Quackity thinking any less of their relationship than adoptive father and son.

The avian ran his hand through his hair again before smiling sheepishly at him, ruffling out Fundy's hair before clearing his throat. "Yeah...and you're my best kid, Fundy. Do you want to go see him, though?" He asked softly while watching him softly, quietly tapping his fingers together as his eyes glowed softly. He seemed extremely nervous now, knowing that they could be caught at any moment. However, he needed to know if Fundy wanted to see Wilbur, his eyes glowing softly as he watched him quietly. His wings folded tightly as he hugged himself quietly, looking away from him nervously. "Mmmm..."

Fundy fell back into silence as he gave the question some genuine thought. He never, for even a second, thought Wilbur would ever return, and from the dead nonetheless, so it took him a while to sort through his feelings on the matter. In the end, he looked back up at Quackity and simply nodded, still running his hands through the soft fur that made up his tail. "I think I would like to, yeah... It's been so long, I think it'd do me some good to have a talk with him." He answered calmly, doing his utter best to provide a confident, solid answer, though he couldn't hide the fact he was still, admittedly, a bit traumatized and scarred from him. That much was obvious and as clear as day.

Quackity nodded before moving close and hugging Fundy gently, his wings opening and wrapping securely around Fundy as he closed his eyes. "You know I'm not going to leave you with him, kid? You're my kid, I'm not letting you out of my sight that easily..." He mumbled out, his wings adjusting to be more comfortable while still being securely wrapped around his adoptive son. It was a fun way to make sure that nobody he hugged could escape until he wanted them to, unless they stabbed his wing, in which case, dick move.

Fundy let out a soft sigh, surrendering to the hug quickly as he smiled a little and let go of his tail to let it wag slowly down near his ankles. "Yeah, I know papa ducky, you hardly ever leave me alone enough to have much of a personal life anyways." He gently joked with a small yap-like laugh before rolling his own eyes. The fox hybrid didn't complain about not being able to escape even if he wanted to, merely relaxing into the hug as he hummed contently.

He rolled his eyes before pulling back and smiling up at him, his wings ruffling out softly as he tilted his head slightly. "Now, or do you need to finish your food or something?" He needed to make sure that Fundy was ready, emotionally or otherwise, to see Wilbur once again. His eyes glowed as he looked at him, his wings ruffling out and relaxing as he hugged himself quietly. "Hmm...Do you want to get something sweet while we get you ready?" He offered out, trying to find something that made sense to him.

Fundy perked up at the offer of something sweet, well aware that Quackity knew that he had probably one of the biggest sweet tooths on the entire smp. His ear calmly flicked as he swiftly nodded and accepted the offer, watching his adoptive father with a ravenous hunger in his gaze soon after being suggested the idea of something sweet. Normally, he tried to refrain himself by eating decently, but maybe he could properly indulge to help kill his nerves. He could deal with burning the calories and sugar later, after all. For now, he would eagerly answer with a polite "That'd be nice, yes please."

He laughed softly before starting to fly close to the ground, offering his hands out to him as he smiled at him. "Come on." He hummed out as he watched him with a soft grin on his face, his wings flapping and easily holding the avian up. "I can take you to the gas station to get ice cream, maybe you could get something for Yogurt too. I know he likes sweet stuff. Like father like son, I suppose~" He teased before pulling Fundy into the air, flying over to the gas station and placing him softly onto the ground. "Here we are." He spoke out, pushing the doors open and going inside casually, closing his eyes as he hummed to himself quietly.

Fundy merely rolled his eyes at the tease and quietly laughed to himself, brushing it off as nothing more than a lighthearted joke as his tail happily swished and wagged. "It'd be ironic if we got Yogurt some frozen yogurt," He stated with another quiet laugh to himself, following after Quackity and trotting inside the gas station. His eyes, of course, instantly fell upon the selection of ice cream available, easily able to locate it has he frequently visited the little shop. With a moment of pause, Fundy slowly walked over to the small fridge the ice cream varieties sat inside, eyeing his options carefully.

He walked inside as well, grabbing himself something as well as something for Yogurt, being some oreos for himself and something gummy-like for Yogurt, because he finds it hilarious to watch Yogurt struggle to eat gummy stuff. He looked back at him before smiling softly, coming over to him before reaching out to pat Fundy's shoulder softly. "Heyo." He hummed out as he put his wing around the hybrid, hoping that Wilbur wouldn't walk into the gas station as he closed his eyes comfortably. To be honest, he just seemed peaceful now, looking at Fundy as he smiled softly. "You know, you're a good kid." He hummed as he ruffled his hair, watching him before pulling another ice cream out of the freezer. "Try this flavor, by the way. It's good."

Fundy curiously eyeballed the ice cream that Quackity pulled out of the freezer, his tail lightly swaying from side to side as he took the avian's suggestion and the ice cream from him. He held it carefully, reading the front label before looking back up at him. The fox hybrid then took note that Quackity held both oreos and gummies, his expression falling into both amusement and disapprovial. "Papa, getting something specific so that you can watch Yogurt struggle to eat something doesn't mean you did it out of the kindness of your heart."
Wilbur, probably having some of the worst timings known to mankind and hybridkind, strolled up to and into the gas station. Though, could one really blame the man? It took him a while to find the place Quackity had tossed him a random set of keys, and on top of that he had come to learn he had little to none of the basic necessities for day-to-day survival. So, he had come to the gas station for sustenance because, despite the fact he was practically undead, even he needed to eat from time to time. Thankfully, for Quackity's worried sake, he didn't seem to notice the two right away as he hid inside the few aisles that he casually towered over, skimming everything over a handful of times silently.

He looked over at the door before audibly hissing as he gripped his fists, taking a soft breath before pushing Fundy into another aisle. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He whispered softly as he ran his hands through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. "Why is Wilbur here NOW?" He hissed before looking towards the aisles in order to make sure Wilbur couldn't see them, then at Fundy. "You gotta go talk to him kid, I know it's sudden but he's right there." He pointed to Wilbur, his wings shifting and opening softly as he sighed angrily. "I really don't want him to be here now, but he's got terrible timing. We've gotta." He mumbled out as he reached up to pat at Fundy's head, trying to reassure himself more than Fundy, although it was also more to comfort Fundy than himself. His eyes glowed gently as he watched Wilbur just to make sure he isn't coming towards them.

"He's here?" Fundy quietly asked with a small squeak, looking over in the direction Quackity had pointed and silently gulping when he saw his biological father. He looked between the two warily, as if asking Quackity if it was really for the best right then and there, but eventually he let out a sigh. Mustering up every fibre of courage he had left from the wars previous, Fundy gently handed the avian the ice cream so he could pay for their things, ever so hesitantly walking over to Wilbur afterwards.
Wilbur hummed along to the tune of one of his songs to himself as he scanned over the items on the shelves, every so often finding something he wanted/needed and picking it up, accumulating a small hoard as a result of his casual shopping. He had a completely different vibe about him as he did so, seeming much more tame and domesticated than he usually was, which probably explained why Fundy was less hesitant at the idea of approaching him than he originally was. He looked over to the fox hybrid when he felt a soft tug on the sleeve of his trench coat, instantly lighting up with more joy than a child felt on Christmas morning. "Fundy!! Hi! What're you doing here? Or why are you talking to me for that matter??" Wilbur asked excitedly, offering his son an overly sweet and warm grin. Fundy himself couldn't help but smile a touch upon seeing the infectious grin, "Oh, uhm, papa duck told me you were back..." He answered as he watch Wilbur swiftly grow confused. "Papa... duck?... Quackity...?" Wilbur asked as his brows knitted together. It was the first he had heard of Quackity taking care of Fundy to the point of possibly dubbing him his adoptive son.

"Yeah, papa duck." Quackity walked up as well as he moved to lean on one of the shelves, raising his eyebrow at the large man. "What? Someone had to take care of the kid." He spoke after a moment, reaching out and patting Fundy's head before looking up at Wilbur. He didn't dare speak about Yogurt yet, deciding to let the fox hybrid mention his child on his own time, since it would be an invasion of privacy to just tell Wilbur that. His wings ruffled out as he merely watched them, then flew up to perch on something quietly. "Just pretend I'm not here, you take your time, kiddo." He spoke out, then hopped over to one of the other aisles. Of course, he could pay for whatever he ate randomly, but for now, he just wanted something to distract himself with. It was a slight curiosity why he was still there, but he wouldn't just leave his child behind.

Fundy kept an eye of Quackity as he walked away, just to make sure he knew where to track & field style bolt to if by chance Wilbur wasn't as friendly as his memory recalled. It was a safety assurance to him, just in case, as he could never be too sure when it came to Wilbur. Wilbur, though, more than *happily* ignored Quackity's presence, gently setting his small hoard of items down so that he could hold his arms out in an offer of a hug. The fox hybrid hesitated for a mere moment before softly sighing and accepting the offer, letting out a surprised yap when he was picked off his feet and tightly hugged. "Fundy, Fundy, Fundyyyyyy! I missed you, Fundy!!" Wilbur exclaimed joyously, gently setting him down when he was satisfied with their hug. Soon after they got to genuinely talking, and on God did they chat away, both being very talkative fellows by nature. Both seemed happy as they chatted, peacefully catching up, more than happy to talk the day away.

Quackity was just silently listening in on their conversation, making sure that Wilbur wasn't insulting Fundy, looking over towards them before walking over after a while. His wings opened as he looked up at Wilbur, staring at him silently while his wings ruffled out aggressively. He seemed a bit protective as he loomed over him, his eyes glowing softly while he watched him. "...Hm..." He hummed out while staring down at him, his wings ruffling out again before he ducks under Wilbur's arm and offers the ice cream to Fundy. "Hey. It's been long enough, we need to go get your kid." He spoke out calmly to the fox hybrid, staring at him for a moment before looking at Wilbur. "Should we bring his grandfather to meet him or something?" He sounded slightly weirded out by the thought of anyone being Yogurt's grandfather other than he himself, but he forced himself to be calm. If Wilbur wanted to be a part of his child's life, he supposed he had that right, as long as Wilbur didn't hurt Yogurt or Fundy. The moment either of them get hurt, Quackity's going to fight Wilbur.

Fundy swiped his ice cream greedily, already prying it open and eating at it for a moment, blinking violently when he realized he was asked something. He looked from Quackity, to Wilbur, then back to Quackity as his tail flicked behind him and his ears flopped halfway down on themselves, much like a folded dog ear. "Well," Fundy started, eyeing Wilbur once more, who was watching expectantly with a soft pleading look on his face. He glanced back down to his ice cream, "He needs to pay for his things first, but if he'd like to tag along and met Yog, I have no issues with it." He answered simply, and, in the blink of an eye, Wilbur scooped his things up and mad-dashed to the counter, hurriedly paying for his things and grabbing the grocery bags they were placed gently inside. If there was one thing the corpse-y man was passionate about, even arguably more so than L'Manberg, it was family, so of course he'd jump at the chance to meet his grandson, despite as weirdly joyous he seemed in comparison to his usual sappy and pissy self.

Quackity watched Wilbur's swift sprint, letting the softest of snickers escape him before he cleared his throat and smiled innocently. "I'm sure Yogurt will love him." He hummed quietly, sticking his hands in his pockets. 'It's time to accept this as the norm, big Q. Wilbur's back, and he's going to want to see his family. Who wouldn't? You're going to have to deal with him more.' He thought to himself, sighing softly as he shifted before leading the way out of the area, walking back to Fundy's home while almost *violently* listening to any conversation Wilbur and Fundy have as his eyes glowed softly. Why did he feel the need to protect Fundy from his father, and why was he...jealous? He hated being jealous, and shoved his hands further into his pockets as he let out a snarl to himself and gripped his fists tightly. He *HATED* being jealous of others, especially if they now had something he had or has. It made his blood boil, listening to them talk so casually, and quietly sighed as he tried to control himself. 'Calm down, Big Q, calm down, calm down, calm down...' His thoughts whispered as his anger fell back into a sort of numb neutrality.

Fundy and Wilbur eagerly chatted away like little songbirds talking amongst each other or talkative cats conversing with one another. They started talking about Yogurt, then went on about Las Nevadas, then backtracked to discussing the prison, more specifically Sam, only to end up currently sharing snacks. Wilbur had gotten snacking chocolate back at the gas station, gently offering his son some upon seeing that he finished his ice cream rather quickly. Fundy smiled happily and munched on the dark chocolate pieces he was offered, closing his mouth to stop talking for the time being as he contently ate away. Wilbur took the time to take a look at Quackity while Fundy was sweetly quiet, eyeing him carefully before catching up to him, offering him the same snacking chocolate he gave Fundy. "You're gonna bust a fuse, or a vein even, if you continue to boil red-hot, Q. Ease up a little for once," He stated matter-of-factly and almost smugly, still offering the avian chocolate. He wasn't particularly trying to be friendly, rather just inclusive, picking up on the sudden emotionally unbalanced feeling Quackity was giving off.

Quackity said nothing, just taking the chocolate from Wilbur with a soft hum before eating it quietly, his eyes filled with the numb look before he looked over at Wilbur. "Hm." Was all he gave to Wilbur in return, quietly leaning on the doorframe of the front door. He then closed his eyes and quietly waited for Fundy, Yogurt quietly looking at the door as his tail swished aggressively. His ears were perked up as he waited for the door open, and he quickly tackled Quackity down as soon as it did. "Grampa Ducky! I got a new rock, come see come see!" He gekkered out before pulling Quackity up and into the house, Quackity laughing softly as he followed Yogurt quietly. "I'm coming, I'm coming, jeez kid." He chuckled softly before Yogurt ran back into the room with a rock he'd found on the ground, offering it to Quackity and allowing the avian to take it and examine it. He looked at it before turning it over and over and over, then looking up at the fox hybrid. "Hey, nice rock." He complimented before putting his wing around Yogurt, leading him over to Wilbur. "Yogurt, this is Wilbur. This is Fundy's birth father." He motioned to Wilbur, Yogurt looking between his father, Wilbur, Quackity, then back to Fundy.