Skeppy was curled up on the couch in a miniature cocoon of blankets, watching Quackity from where he was while the avian respectively worked away at *something*. Skeppy couldn't exactly tell what it was precisely, and to be fair, he wasn't supposed to be watching in the first place, but his neediness that day had skyrocketed and he called Eret to let him know he wouldn't be coming in for work. ''Man-period'' is what they had described it as to Quackity with a soft laugh, explaining to the president all he needed was a tub of ice cream and was allowed to be needy for a bit. So, there the diamond was, munching away at a tub of shark bite ice cream while curled up on the couch, keenly watching Quackity's every move instead of burying his attention to his phone or even the TV playing in front of him. After a few more silent moments on his part, Skeppy let out a dramatic whine and pout, "Quackityyyyyyy, I wanna be held, hold meeeee,"

Quackity heard him and sighed quietly, looking back at him. “I can’t, starling, I have work.” He hummed in an apologetic tone, quickly signing something before getting up and going over to pick Skeppy up. He held him on his lap once he’d gone back over to his desk, his arms around the diamond as he kissed his cheek. “Is this better, amor?” He asked, tilting his head softly at him.

Skeppy hummed out quietly in a small tune of satisfaction, staying cozy and comfortable in his blanket as he nodded a few times in approval, eating another chomp of his favourite wackily coloured vanilla/raspberry swirled ice cream. Of course, he couldn't help but gaze down at the paperwork at the desk now that he could actually see what it was about, though he didn't do anything other than glance over it since he didn't want to pry into any of Quackity's possible country affairs. "What're you doing?" He asked curiously, figuring it would be better to hear censored information from the president himself than snoop and read his documents, eating another bite of his ice cream.

“Oh. The citizens liked your idea of an ice cream place, so I’m just signing all the stuff to ensure it’ll get built. That’s most of it, anyways.” He summarized quickly before scribbling his signature on another form, sighing quietly. “Nobody told me it’d be this complicated to build a fucking ice cream place…” He grumbled to himself, then kissed Skeppy’s cheek. “I blame you for this, diamond.”

Skeppy only snickered to himself and stuck his tongue out in mock defiance, though he had a small happy smile on his face otherwise. "Yeah, sure, go ahead and blame me now, but you'll be thanking me later when it becomes one of the highest sources of revenue, maybe even higher than the strip club if I'm lucky." He lightly jested as his snickers dissolved into a few more contented hums, copying Quackity after a few moments and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh please. Nothing’s gonna bring in more revenue than the strip clubs and casinos.” He scoffed softly, although given that Las Nevadas was a damn desert, literally, he wouldn’t put it past his citizens to prove him completely and totally wrong. It’d happened before. Those were awkward situations. He sighed and finished up the paperwork as quickly as he could, pushing it aside and slowly settling Skeppy onto his desk in order to move close and wrap his arms around his waist gently. “Mm…”

Skeppy sighed out contently, eating the last few bites of his shark bite ice cream before setting the now-empty tub of ice cream and spoon off to the side to be taken care of later. Though, he still preferred to have something in his hands, so he reached them forward to gently cup Quackity's face, softly rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs while he affectionately smiled and stared for a moment. "Feminine, masculine, or neutral? I wanna do your makeup baby," He stated with a smile that only grew, not providing the avian with a clear-cut chance to turn down his question, especially so with the risk of him getting whiny and pissy while in such an emotionally needy state.

He thought for a moment before humming. “How about neutral?” His eyes softly glanced up at him as he smiled happily. He loved it when Skeppy did makeup on him, it made him smile every time he got the chance to have it happen. Besides, the brushes kind of tickled, and he liked it when he giggled and Skeppy had to deal with him smiling despite the makeup being applied.

Skeppy only smiled further in satisfaction, giving him a quick peck to his lips before sliding off the top of the desk, grabbing one of Quackity's hands to encourage him to follow him to the overly extensive vanity where Skeppy kept *most* of his makeup things, ranging from brushes to various pallets; anything and everything one could think of, he had at least two of. Hey, what could he say? He overly enjoyed makeup, and he jumped at every chance to use Quackity as a ''test subject'', even if he rarely ever tested things on him. Well, not in the makeup world at least. The diamond had him sit down at the stool in front of the vanity, though facing away from the mirror because mans preferred to see what he was doing without the mirror reflection unless he was working on himself, grabbing a brush and eagerly prepping, though stopping for a moment just before he started. "You've gotta *promise me* you'll stay still this time, I swear... If this ends up being as asymmetric as last time? Yeah, no, you're fuckin' me all night long as an apology, so *sit still* this time, m'kay?"

"Awww, diamond~" He whined playfully as he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he 'glared' at him, tsking softly. "Amor, you know the brushes tickle, and looking up at you makes me smile. How could youuuu-" He huffed quietly before sighing. "But I'll *try* to stay still, if at least to spare your ass." The avian smirked as he finished speaking, humming softly as he looked at him. It wasn't his fault (entirely) that Skeppy was just irresistible to the avian hybrid, brushing his hair back and tying it up to make it easier for his diamond as he waited patiently for him. He was humming to himself, mostly playing with his fingers in order to be comfortable fidgeting until his lover was finished with his task.

Skeppy only rolled his eyes and softly smiled, taking a quick second to clean off Quackity's face because he'd probably be damned to the hell pits of the makeup industry if he didn't. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking all you want, but I'll remind you that eyeliner exists, so unless you *want* to sit extraordinarily still while I oh-so-delicately apply it; maybe risk it getting in your eye if you as much as twitch; I suggest you close your mouth baby," The diamond lightly jested, though he didn't provide any further comments, only humming a tune to himself as he got to work happily decorating Quackity's face, taking extra care to ensure it was as neutral of a look as he could possibly make it.

"I'd rather not, because it means I can see you flustered." He hummed as he allowed his lover to decorate his face, humming his little Mexican tunes to himself while still fidgeting to stay still. His fingers were the only things moving for the most part, besides his chest since he had to breathe like everyone else. He looked up at him before sticking his tongue out slowly, blowing a light raspberry. What, nobody said he wanted to *stop* messing with his lover, it was funny as all hell to the avian male.

Skeppy blinked, appearing to be unamused, though he had to stifle a small laugh; hey, you can't blame him for finding it amusing whenever Quackity half-mimicked one of Skeppy's favourite expressions only to blow raspberry. "You're just asking for me to make your tongue all pretty too, Big Q; you dumbass copycat," He stated jokingly, using the other side of his brush to poke his tongue before sticking his own out. With a small sigh, he got back to work delicately brushing away, trying to make it easier for the both of them so that Quackity didn't get ticklish.

Quackity laughed softly, although he tried his best to stay still as he swallowed softly. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, humming to himself as he did. He drummed his fingers on the table lightly, just to continue staying still. "Mmmm...Every part of you is pretty, you know?" He hummed out as he shifted softly, crossing one leg over the other casually while making sure he stayed still enough to let Skeppy work on his makeup.

Skeppy would've raised a brow in curiosity if he wasn't so accustomed to spur-of-the-moment compliments, but he only hummed out in affirmation, perfectly aware of that fact given how much time and effort he put into how he presented himself. "It's almost as if I don't spend a few hours a day to make sure I look damn *fine* all the time, or something like that." He playfully commented as he reached over and swapped out his brush for a blender, further sticking his tongue out while he focused on blending in the small amounts of highlight and shadow he added before going back to dusting over Quackity's face with powder.

Quackity took a soft breath before sneezing a couple of seconds after the powder was added to his face, giving a little kitten sneeze as well as his wings fluffing out aggressively. He made a face for a moment, but brought his face back to neutral after a moment as he looked at him. "...Don't you dare say anything." He hissed softly as he huffed at him, crossing his arms at him. He didn't want to be made fun of for his quote-unquote "cute" sneeze as usual, since he hated it when that happened. He huffed quietly as he let him continue, his wings shifting as he stared at him, thinking about when he was going to purposely twitch.

Skeppy couldn't help but snicker to himself and stifle his giggles, though, as per his request, he didn't usher a word out in response to the, in his opinion, utterly adorable sneeze. Quackity had been sitting perfectly still for the most part since the diamond had started practically using his face as a canvass, after all, so that was the least he could do as a gesture of his appreciation for that fact, given Skeppy absolutely hated whenever a makeup look of his turned out to be lopsided or asymmetrical. He leaned over to clean his brush quickly before swapping it with a brow pencil; if there was one thing Skeppy was good at, it was making sure that eyebrows were forever on fleek, and that his cateyes were perfect, he was pretty good at that too; humming the same tune to himself as he diligently worked with a small smile on his face.

Quackity hummed softly as he looked up at him, slowly glancing him over just to make sure he was okay, silently humming as he shifted. "Having fun?" He hummed out lightly to his lover, sticking his tongue out at him for a moment again before pulling it back into his mouth. If he was honest, he loved it when he got to talk to Skeppy while he worked on his makeup, especially because he got to mess with him. He'd behaved enough today, he believed, so he was getting ready to deliberately move. As much as he hated ruining Skeppy's hard work, he liked messing around like that.

Skeppy let out another hum of affirmation, ever so lightly biting down on his tongue while it stuck out as he focused just a hare more on properly filling in the avian's brows, putting the pencil back when he was done. "Mmhm, I've told you a few times but you really are a legit *wonder* to work on Q," He answered genuinely with a soft smile, rummaging through a drawer in search of something specific, holding it in front of Quackity as a warning in advance for what he was going to do next. The dreaded eyeliner; most often the thing that Quackity seemed to have troubles with; but it was *essential* in Skeppy's professional opinion, so it couldn't be avoided. "Okay, look, I know I said I *wouldn't* use this, but I reaaaaally *wanna* use it, so I'm *going* to do so and you don't have a say in this simply because I said so, alright? Alright," He sputtered out quickly, barely giving his lover a chance to reply before getting to work cautiously applying it.

Quackity sighed to himself but let him apply it, trying his best not to twitch as he hummed his song again. As soon as it was finished, he sighed softly, trying his best to calm down as he closed his eyes. "I never like that, but I tolerate it for you." He mumbled lightly, then looked up at him as he tilted his head with a soft curiosity. "I'm glad you're having fun though. I'd like to think my skin tone compliments most makeup." He hummed out as he pulled him close, almost onto his lap as he smirked softly. "Looks like you've got competition~"

Skeppy blinked in slight surprise, raising up a brow as he pretended to look around curiously. "Oh yeah? Where are they then? I don't see anybody else but your handsome face," He rhetorically asked and played around with a stifled snicker as he slipped the eyeliner pen back into its proper place, closing that specific drawer once he was done with it, soon opening up another and pulling out a few palettes. "Eyeshadow or nah? You can choose your colour if you'd likeeeee," The diamond offered, attempting to pitch the idea without forcing it just in case Quackity didn't want to tread too much on the ''feminine'' side with both eyeshadow and eyeliner.

"Exactly. Yo soy la competencia." He hummed casually as he looked up at him, sticking his tongue out gently before lightly tapping a cyan color on the palette. He smirked up at him for a moment, since he knew that his diamond sometimes got flustered if the avian wore anything cyan. He hummed happily as he closed his eyes, tapping his thumb on the table patiently while waiting. It wasn't his fault he wanted to fidget, he thought it was annoying since others did.

Skeppy let out a very quiet shaky breath, inaudible to untrained ears, though he didn't utter a word of disapproval, doing quite the opposite. Of course, Quackity would choose the one colour Skeppy adored, so, eagerly, he popped the palette open and grabbed the small brush it came with before gently dusting the avian's eyelids with the cyan colour he had chosen. He hummed a blissful tune while doing so, closing the palette with a soft click when he was done, instructing for Quackity to keep his eyes close for a moment as he sprayed setting spray on the look so it could stay properly in place and thus finally properly finish. Skeppy smiled, placing his things back inside the vanity's drawers before snaking his arms around Quackity's neck from behind, softly nuzzling him while gesturing to the mirror in front of them. "What'chu think? I personally *really* like what I'm seeing,"

He glanced up at the vanity's mirror, then smiled softly as he leaned back to let his head rest on Skeppy's shoulder. "I love it so much. You're amazing, diamond." He hummed softly before turning around to pull him into his lap, looking up at him softly as he tilted his head slowly. "I'm glad you decided to come and be with me." He hummed as he picked him up casually, standing up and setting him on the desk again since he liked cuddling with him like that. Skeppy was up on top of the desk, meaning he could cuddle into him without needing to feel like he's the big spoon all the time. He liked being little spoon sometimes, and he was sure Skeppy would kind of like to be big spoon sometimes given that he was so small.

Skeppy raised his brows in a mildly shocked, almost wholeheartedly surprised manner, but it was short-lived since it easily faded into a joyous smile as he stuck his tongue out happily, utterly adoring the fact he could be big spoon for once. He supposed one of the benefits for having a ''copycat'' was that Quackity almost always had a keen sense for what Skeppy wanted at any given moments, only earning him to smile ever more and nuzzle affectionately at him. "I'm a little surprised that you didn't intentionally flinch or twitch while I was doing you're makeup given the threat I gave you," He commented audibly after a few satisfied silent breaths, attempting to needily get the avian to snuggle ever closer.

"I was thinking about it. At this point the only option is to either tease you like this or wipe the makeup off on your shirt. I'd rather not do the latter, though." He hummed casually as he closed his eyes silently, sighing softly. The avian was surprisingly cuddly today, sticking close to Skeppy and trying his best to make him snuggle with him. He wanted his cuddles, damn it, although he was thinking about other things as well. He looked up at him before tapping at his own lips, humming softly. "D'you want me to do things to you anyway, Diamond?" He hummed as he kissed his nose gently, standing up to plant his hands next to Skeppy's waist while planting Skeppy's hands there gently.

"Aha, that's for me to know and for you only to guess about," Skeppy quickly and snarkily responded with a messy mix between a snicker and a lighthearted laugh that almost dangerously bordered on giggle-fest territory. "And you *better not* wipe it off, Satan and Christ themselves know how much effort I put into making sure you look just about as damned fine as I always do. Geez, you'd owe me an *astronomical* apology," He added on soon after, whining in sheer annoyance at the idea alone of Quackity wiping off all Skeppy's previous hard work without bothering to wear it for an hour at the very *least*.

He clicked his tongue gently before pecking his lips, then backing off as he went to go get something to drink. Of course, he'd probably come back with some sort of reason to carry him off, once he'd had a chance to figure out what that reason would *be.* He grabbed his drink and sipped it slowly, thinking silently. He was just ready to pick him up and carry him away, wanting to tease him at the very least. It was what Quackity was good at most of the time, and he thought for a moment before setting his drink down to go back to his diamond.

Skeppy eyed Quackity as the avian walked off, though he didn't audibly question it, instead turning his attention to reorganizing and cleaning up all the things he had used moments prior. It was fairly evident one of his preferred aesthetics was cleanliness and organization, if it even could be considered an aesthetic that is, so he hummed a contented tune to himself while he did so; at least he was a clean-freak rather than a slob, he silently joked with himself. The diamond looked back up when Quackity had returned, sticking his tongue out once more as a sign of his happiness with the fact he had come back. "Did'ja step out for a quick drink?" He inquired, assuming that was the case considering the other's apparent addiction.

"Mhm. Soda, though. Don't want to taste like alcohol unless that's what you like?" He hummed as he moved close to him, wrapping his arms around him from behind in order to feel comfortable. Was he clingy? Yes, absolutely, shamelessly so. He felt he had good reason. He kissed his cheek and hummed lightly, looking down at him as his wings gently wrapped around him as well. The message was pretty clear, "Mine" even if the avian hadn't spoken aloud.

"Mmmm, I dunno, is it what I'd like? I haven't tried alcohol and vanilla raspberry ice cream together, so who knows, maybe they'd be a good mix." Skeppy said calmly, giving the idea a little bit of thought, genuinely curious about what that flavour combo would end up tasting like for a second before merely shrugging it off. Oh well, he'd end up trying it out eventually one of these days even if it wasn't right then and there, he was sure of it. "Soda, you said? Hmm, that'd make us an ice cream float then," The diamond lightly joked, looking back at Quackity and kissing his cheek with a smile, silent after that with adoration over the fact that Quackity was as clingy as he was; it meant their clinginess was reciprocated, something he utterly loved.

He let out a gentle chuckle as he picked him up, his wings softly flapping to keep them both up in the air as he looked down at him. "We have the ice..." He poked Skeppy's cheek, gently making fun of the fact that he was always cold. "...And we have the float." He hummed, casually referencing that they were in the air. "Buuut...no cream." He teased lightly, letting out a soft laugh before dropping Skeppy onto their bed gently. "Too baaaad~"

"Awwwh, so we're just ice float then? That's not tasty though," Skeppy lightly whined with a small handful of quiet laughs, managing to hold in the rest of them before they escaped his lips. "How do we get cream in order to become an ice *cream* float then, baby?" He asked with curiosity laced in his voice, ever so lightly hinting on to the fact he had a vague idea as to what Quackity genuinely meant. Though, Skeppy being Skeppy, he decided to play around just a little more to see how many buttons he could push, "Oh, don't tell me your plan is to just walk out claiming you're going to the store ''for milk'' and never return,"

He lightly flopped on top of him as he smirked down at him, booping his nose. "Ohh, I don't know...any ideas?" He hummed softly, clearly playing dumb as he looked down at him. Quackity knew exactly what he wanted, but he wanted Skeppy to tell him that he wanted it too. Consent was pretty important to the avian, and he looked down at him before kissing him gently. His wings had splayed open a bit, holding themselves over the two of them like a giant pole, holding the avian there and balanced.

Skeppy let out a thoughtful hum, playfully giving it a little bit of thinking as if he didn't already have a few ideas himself. Hey, if the avian was going to lightly tease, then the diamond was sure as hell going to return the gesture, given if he wasn't flustered so much that he barely managed to usher a word; which, thankfully, he wasn't at the moment. "Mmmm, I've got a few I suppose. I don't feel like going to the store right now; can't we make our own with the right ingredients?" He asked softly, a clear and apparent hint of his consent to the matter.