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After a long day, Fazbender’s is finally closing. The only people left in the building are Steven and Dave, closing up shop for the night.
When everything’s closed and locked up, the two go out back, Dave pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Steven. He takes it, just kinda staring at it.
“What, d’ya need a light?” Dave asks, lighting up his own cigarette.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.. Could you?” Steven holds the cigarette out so Dave can light it. “Thanks.”
“How do phone heads smoke, anyway?” He blows out a puff of smoke, waving it away with his hand. “I always wondered how ya eat n’ stuff… Thought it was some sorta magic or somethin’ like that.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s magic , but I can’t exactly explain it either..” Steven crosses his arms, leaning against the brick wall, his cigarette just… mysteriously floating there. As if it were hanging out of a mouth he doesn’t have. “I don’t really like to think about it.”
“You don’t like t’ think about anything , do ya?” Dave says, nudging Steven with his elbow.
Steven would roll his eyes if he could.
“I think more than you do.”
Dave barks out a laugh before taking another hit of his cigarette. “Yer funny when ya wanna be.”
Steven’s heart can’t help but flutter. He’s never felt this way before. About Dave , no less…
“..I wasn’t trying to be, but thank you.”
They smoke in silence for a little while, watching the sun start to set.
“Y’know what else I’ve always wondered?”
“Hm?”
“What it’s like, bein’ a phoney. Must be weird, huh?” He doesn’t look over at Steven as he asks this, looking up at the sky.
Steven pauses for a moment, going silent. “..What?”
“I mean, livin’ with a phone fer a head can’t be easy, can it? Aren’t yer memories all jumbled up n’ shit?”
“..I mean, most of my memories are kinda fuzzy, I suppose. Though, sometimes I’d prefer not to remember at all..”
That makes Dave finally look over at him. “Whaddaya mean?”
“Well, everyone makes mistakes, right? I’ve made.. A few. And I’d prefer it if I didn’t remember them.” Steven turns his head away.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.. But ya can’t always jus’ forget yer mistakes, y’know. You gotta face ‘em eventually.”
Steven stays silent, not looking at him.
Dave eventually sighs and throws his cigarette onto the ground, putting it out with his foot.
“Ya wanna make a pizza?”
“..A pizza ? We just closed!”
“Yeahh, but yer the manager n’ all.. You can go in whenever ya want! No one has t’ know it’s with me.” Dave shrugs, snatching the keys to the building off of Steven’s belt loop.
“We have security cameras everywhere, Dave.”
He pauses at that, before shrugging again. “Yeah, well, you’re the boss. ‘M sure ya can make some sorta excuse.”
Steven sighs, rubbing what would be his temple if it weren’t for the phone head.
“Alright, fine. Just this once, okay?”
Dave grins, unlocking the door and holding it open for Steven, who walks inside. He follows the phone-head in, whistling and twirling the key ring on his finger. The two of them head to the kitchen, Steven flicking the lights on and going to grab the ingredients for the pizza. He grabs ingredients for the dough, muttering something about how they’re gonna have to make it from scratch.
“Shouldn’t be too hard. We do this shit daily!”
“I never said it would be hard…” Steven goes to open the bag of flour, before Dave snatches it from him and goes to rip it open himself.
“Dave, wait-” Steven gets cut off by the bag of flour practically exploding all over Dave.
He just kinda stands there for a moment, holding the ripped bag of flour, before he hears it.
That wonderful sound, like music to his ears. Steven’s laughing. It might be at him, sure, but he’s laughing .
Dave wipes some of the flour off of his eyes, a stupid smug smile on his face.
“Is that a laugh I’m hearin’ from you, Steven?”
Steven rubs his face, calming down. “No,”
“Are ya sure ?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Clean up the flour…” He mutters, turning his back to Dave, seemingly going to prepare the sauce.
Dave rolls his eyes, that stupid grin still on his face as he starts sweeping up the flour.
A while later, after messing around in the kitchen, the sun is set and the two are sitting at one of the booths, eating their finished pizza.
Dave is absolutely devouring it, getting concerned looks from Steven as he eats at a much slower, regular pace.
“This is actually pretty good..” Steven mumbles, seeming kinda reluctant to admit that.
“Damn right it’s good,” Dave says with his mouth full of pizza, very content. “We worked hard on this!”
“You mean I worked hard on it.”
“Hey, it was a group effort!” Dave scoffs, crossing his arms.
“The most you did was spill flour everywhere. I had to open a new one.” His tone is very unamused.
“Okay, well, I cleaned it up good! And I made ya laugh, so I call that a win.” He states very matter-of-factly.
Steven shakes his head, but doesn’t argue further. The two eat in silence for a while before Steven speaks up, his voice sounding just a notch softer.
“Thank you, Dave.”
Dave grins.
“No problem, phone-face.”