"You're my Clementine to my Aubergine-time!" // Davesport [DSAF]

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Dave spent most of his day hanging out with the dog outside of his little apartment since he couldn't bring the dog inside from the rules that he usually didn't follow...but the main reason was because the building was too dangerous for the dog to be inside. Not to mention all of the crackheads that lived there, including himself, yet he "was" trying to cut back since he was too fucking poor to afford any of it anyways. The good thing was that he'd be able to feed the little fella with the little-to-nothing food he already owned.
He needs it more than me, He would think to himself as he rummaged through the almost empty fridge for any edible food for the skinny dog that patiently waited outside, which he decided to name "Old Sport #2", since he couldn't replace the original Old Sport. The chiming sound of his phone going off alerted him as he headed into his tiny bedroom, grabbing the broken phone off the nightstand and heading back outside and sitting on the dirty steps. Old Sport #2 walked in front of him as he read through the newer notifications.
The one he just heard was for a message of a scammy link that lead to some porn website that Dave wasn't even bothered to check, he was more interested in the recent ones he never checked due to his phone being left behind...he didn't expect for people to try to get in contact with him, yet he didn't go into to work that day so of course he'd get messages from somebody.
Jack's messages read clearly out loud in his mind; "Hey, when are you going to show up?", "Are you coming to work today?", "Hello?"
The messages read on with a lot of questions of where he was and lots of "hello"'s, including the missed calls.
Dave sighed as his hand gently stroked the black fur of the skinny dog from the top of his head to all the way down to his back as he scrolled through his phone a little more before he sent a single message back as a response.
"Sorry, was taking my dog on a walk." He smiled at the screen from his cleaver response, turning the phone back off and shoving it inside his back pocket for safe keeping, immediately zoning out to his dream land till Old Sport #2 awoke him from his imaginations.
Dave's eyes fixated on the medium sized dog that locked gazes with him, it managing to smile with it's tongue hanging out of it's mouth, he'd return the same smile (minus the tongue) to the dog as his hand went back to stroking the dog's head as he started up at the sky.
The clouds shaped in colorful swirls that looked like cotton candy as the sun was on it's way to sleep, light pink and lavender colors mixed together with the clouds to make a peaceful aesthetic as it blended with the pastel, rainbow-ish sky. The warm summer breeze gently brushed against his body, causing his hair to slightly pick up and dance with the air and his face to flush from the heat. Not that he minded it, the wind was pretty decent.
A sigh escaped Dave's mouth has he knew that once the sun had set that it would be a new day, meaning he'd have more work to do, not to mention Old Sport #1 being there.
"I've got to head inside, ok Sport?" Dave would say, standing up from the step he started getting comfortable in. A long pause came from Dave before he exhaled and smiled, glancing around before ushering the dog to step closer. "C'mon, let's go inside and get some shut eye."
Old Sport #2 was cautious at first before allowing to be lifted into the arms of Dave, who happily took the dog into his room. Thankfully the place didn't have any cameras to see him bringing the dog inside the place, not that it really mattered anyways since the people who ran the place didn't care what the hell went on at the apartments anymore as long as they got their rent money. That was just a small example of how crappy the building was.

Dave would quickly change out of his outing clothing before he went back to spending all the time he could with Old Sport #2, most of the time was spent watching the little box TV that only broadcasted 4 channels. One of them included a channel of children's cartoons so he decided to watch that, cause if kids could enjoy it, then so could an adult aubergine and doggo.
When they sat on the couch, Dave couldn't help but check his phone every so often and quietly hope that Jack messaged him, wanting to see what he was doing and ask how he was, or at least ask about the dog thing.
Yet a message never showed up...except for Jack's response with a "haha" to the dog thing.
Why did he only send "haha"? Dave would think to himself. It was all lowercase. Did he even find it funny?
He didn't feel daring enough to ask Jack about it, that would be stupid anyways. He was even nervous to go near the guy since that night. The thoughts of how Jack would react to finding out about what happened that night haunted Dave, and although he felt guilty for lying, he wasn't willing to loose his only friend for one small drunk mistake.
Like, how would Jack react to figure out how Dave really felt? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Would he just...ghost him?

It all flooded Dave's mind in a dark pool of anxiety that he couldn't help but start shaking and breathing heavily, which soon ceased as his new friend climbed on Dave and started to lick the side of his face.
The purple man quickly pushed the thoughts far back into his head as a he put all of his focus towards the dog on top of him and distracting himself with them instead. But by doing this, he was too distracted by the affection of his dog that he didn't realize his phone had chimed with a new message from the one he worried so much about.

(a/n: I updated this and fixed it up, but also it glitched so idk if it's ok or not, I'm busy rn so....later!)