Quackity laughed softly. "Oh, whatever! I know you more, but I'll let you win."
Karl nodded, smiling. "I agree with Quackity. Except you aren't winning this time."
George smiled, squirming out of Dream's grasp and laying down on the bed beside him. "Then let's go to sleep." He whispered, stroking his hand down the side of Dream's face.
"No! It is the night before our wedding. No one is fighting anyone. You two are going in this room, sitting on either the floor or the bed and I'm painting your nails." Karl said softly, nodding. "Now, in." He said, pointing in the room.
George fell asleep shortly after his head on top of Dream's.
Quackity followed, his wings shifting back. He felt like he had done something wrong. Karl pointing and the tone of his voice gave him a flashback he was trying to ignore and act like we was fine from. It didn't work and small tears sprung up in his eyes. He felt bad and went and sat on the bed, trying his best not to cry from guilt.
Karl sighed and closed the door behind him as he walked in. He almost immediately noticed something was wrong and frowned. "Quackity? What happened?" He asked softly.
