Published 8/26/23
Edited 10/26/23
he/him for Jack, any for Dave
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"Why hello there, Old Sport!" Dave shouts happily. "Dave- shut up, you cryptid, we're in the safe room, customers and kids aren't supposed to know about this room, dummy." Jack says back, slight malice in his tone as he carefully took off the wretched Cool Cat suit.
"Eh, who cares if the kiddins find out? We can kill 'em." Dave chuckles. Jack rolls his eyes. Dave feels a pang of hurt.
"Well, anyways," Dave starts. "You gotta destroy the cameras. Smash em. Not- Okay- Not like that- destroy them- uh- like break them. Yeah. Make sure Phone-face can't find a lick of evidence, kay, sporticus?" Dave buzzes, leaning his weirdly long neck towards Jack.
"Yeah, sure, Dave. I'll get to it." Jack mutters. Dave's smile falters for a second.
"Is he mad at me? Oh shit, did I say somethin' wrong?" Dave wonders. He tries to tone down the energy.
"Uh, you alright, Sportsy?" Dave asks. "Hm? Yeah, just tired." Jack replies, rubbing his eyes. "I kept thinking somebody was watching me as I slept last night...eh, I dunno, maybe I'm just paranoid." He adds. Dave has to force every fiber of his being not to laugh or giggle and admit he was watching the clementine man through the cameras in his little bunker.
//4 pm - 2 hours left in their shifts \\
Dave is busy verbally abusing that creepy virgin Matt when out of the corner of his eye, he notices Jack tipping over. "Sportsy-" He dashes over and barely manages to grip his shirt and shoulders. Jack blinks awake. "Wha- huh?" He grunts, drifting back into consciousness. "Fuckin' hell, old sport!" Dave chimes. "You gotta ask for a day off or somethin'!" He adds. Jack rubs his eyes. "Days off don't exist at Fazbender's, Dave." Jack mumbles. "I will yell at Phone-face. Don't tempt me. It's already hard not to on a regular basis." Dave glares.
//6 pm - end of their shifts\\
Jack walks home. The clouds are dark and gray, and even slightly depressing. "Aw shit. Of course it rains while I have to walk home." He mutters under his breath. He hears shuffling behind him.
Slow reflexes from lack of sleep are definitely there, but he turns around quick enough to catch Dave before he can hide behind a building behind him.
"What do you want, Dave?"
"Uh- I- I wanted- I just- hugs- I- I just wanted a hug before you left, and- and then you left. And I didn't get a hug. So. Um. Yeah." Dave sputters out.
"Fuck, dude, just stop me and ask for one, don't follow me home like a creep." Jack squints at the purple guy, glaring. "I am definitely not letting you come home with me."
He ended up letting Dave go home with him.
When they get home, Dave pushes Jack onto the couch and makes sure he stays there. "Rest, old sport." He says. Jack groans a few curses out, complaining. "I'm cold." He grunts. Dave laughs, and throws a blanket in his face. Jack sputters, then wraps it around himself. He shuffles around a little. He finally settles into the couch.
Dave smiles warmly.
He gives Jack a small peck on the forehead, and naturally, Jack is already asleep and doesn't notice.
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If I missed a CW/TW, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP. It's not an issue and I would much rather "overtag" than accidentally trigger someone else. (Also, nothing's "stupid." If someone needs a tag, I'll add it.)
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