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It'd been a long day. They'd robbed a store, gotten chased and eventually arrested, blown up a police car and maybe an officer or two, robbed the bank, then spent a majority of their evening running from the cops. At one point they'd separated, but eventually found each other right outside the door to their hide out.
Liquidator and Bushroot had stayed home while they were out, so dinner was already on the table when Quackerjack and Megavolt got home with the loot. They were sitting in quiet, not even eating since neither had a need for sustenance of the sort. The only noise came from the radio standing on the kitchen counter. It was on the news channel and talking about Megavolt and Quackerjack's escapades of the day.
Megavolt was tired and every joint ached, so he, not having had a bite to eat since breakfast, immediately sat down and started gobbling down his plate, not even removing any of his gear.
Bushroot cleared his throat.
“You two have been busy today” He sternly stated.
“How much did you get?” Liquidator asked.
“Mph-” Megavolt swallowed. “We dropped our loot”
“S-Seriously? Then what the hell were you two doing out there for so long!?”
“Ask Chuckles over there, he's the one that ran off with most of it! All I managed to bring back was a handful of lightbulbs, and those are only for me anyway, so really we didn't bring squat”
Megavolt pointed his fork to where he assumed Quackerjack to be, not yet turning around as he was focused on his spaghetti. When he did turn he found there wasn't a soul behind him.
“Did you not notice him going straight to his room?” Bushroot crossed his arms before leaning back in his chair. “He's almost always as quick to dinner as you are; which by the way, I spent a really long time on!”
“Why should I pay any attention to what he's doing! Maybe he was feeling more tired than hungry and wanted to go to bed”
“If that's the case then who's gonna eat this other plate!? We are not wasting any food in this house”
Megavolt abruptly stopped eating and directed his attention to the full plate of spaghetti on Quackerjack's usual spot.
“…I'll take it”
*
This was bad. Horrible. Awful. Horrendous. Never had his hands been more shaky. Usually he was wonderful with a needle and thread, having made his entire outfit all on his own with a little help from Mr Banana Brain.
His fingers were covered in tiny little prickles of cuts from the needle. They weren't deep, of course; it was just a sewing needle, but it had started becoming a little tedious.
Oh, how coul have been so stupid!? He knew there was gonna be thorn bushes in the park cause he'd already fallen through them one time before! On top of tearing his most prized possession, he'd also lost all of what they'd stolen that day. Obviously, he couldn't show his face at the dinner table after that. Plus, this tear was huge. So huge he couldn't turn that side of his head towards Megavolt when they finally met at the door. He 100% would've seen through to his feathers, which was basically a vip entrance to his worst nightmare. Someone seeing him without his hat. He shuddered at the very thought. The only times he took it off was when showering, and even then he felt completely naked, which he supposed is kind of the point.
Realizing that any attempt at what he was trying to do was utterly useless, Quackerjack realized what he'd need to do and stared at the wall while bracing himself. He sighed as he put his hat back on, tear and all, picking up his sewing kit and getting up to go to the only other person he had access to with actual fingers.
*
“Door's open!”
Slowly, he opened the door and walked in with the littlest of steps he'd ever taken, gently shutting the door behind him. Sitting on the mattress he had on the floor and leaning against the wall, Megavolt quickly glanced up to see who'd just entered his room before getting back to his electrophysics book.
“Hey”
Megavolt raised a finger, as if to shush him, before grabbing a piece of paper lying next to him and putting it in the book as a bookmark, then closing it. He looked up at Quackerjack, clearly waiting for him to state his business.
“I, uhm, got a thing. A broken thing! Do you think maybe you could fix it?” He started walking towards Megavolt.
“Well, that's kind of a silly question since I don't know what this ‘thing’ is…What is it?”
Quackerjack sat down next to his friend, still holding his sewing kit and turned his head to show the tear.
“You know how to sew, right?”
“Pfft, ‘course…I do. Er…You-…You alright?”
Quackerjack wiped his face, making the ends of his sleeve moist. He stayed turned away from his friend.
“Y-Yeah- uh, sorry, it’s stupid: I guess I-I care about this hat more than I oughta” He let out a leaden chuckle before looking back at Megavolt. “I feel so stupid”
“Lucky you; you're already stupid”
“Hm, very funny” Quackerjack gently grinned and giggled. “I come crying to you and you make fun of me. Aren't you fantastic?"
“Aw, you really think that?” He sarcastically put his hand on his chest.
“So…Can you do it? I mean do you even want to after I lost the loot today?”
“I…don't really care that much about the loot. I got my bulbs which was and is the biggest reason I went with you anyway”
“So we're cool- regarding that?”
“Yup”
“…Thank you, Megs”
“No problem”
