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The sounds of air conditioners and cheap revolving fans fill the apartment, every window's blinds pulled tightly shut to keep out the scorching afternoon sun. In the middle of this extravagant waste of electricity, on the couch sweating up a storm, is a certain phone-headed man laying flat down on his stomach and trying his best to tough out the heat.
Steven's.... not equipped to handle the Colorado heat, all too well. Heck, most phone guys weren't ever built with 'going outside' in mind, and the average Freddy's was always kept just above freezing temperatures, so it's no surprise that, when not stuck in a pepperonerie that doubles as a deli freezer, his cooling systems—both biological and mechanical— just...can't keep up with the demands, even when he isn't dressed so formally. Heck, he's wearing a tee and shorts, by all means the average person should be shivering in his icebox of an apartment. It's an honest to Dog miracle that he hasn't overheated yet, the way it feels like he's boiling in his own skin while the metal cooks him alive.. Doesn't help that the one person who still knows him nowadays is the most tech illiterate idiot he's ever met. Speaking of which, where is—?
He nearly hacks up a lung at the sudden sound of the apartment door getting slammed open, phone rings and electronic whirring accompanying his initial sound of surprise as he turns his head towards the source of the sudden noise; Jack Kennedy. The orange man's face is neutral, even if there's a slight tug to the corner of his mouth at the audible fright of his ''roommate'', arms holding plastic bags of colorful junk food and sodas as he shuts the door behind him, eyeing Steven as soon as it's locked. Right away, Jack notices the state of the living room, eyes spotting each and every cooling device at least once before settling on his partner, an eyebrow lifting curiously. "Ya' feeling alright, m8?"
"No, I— Do I look alright?" The added processing power to think, let alone to synthesize his voice into something comprehensible, is suffocating on his mind, most the stimuli around him being drowned out by the sound of his own head, Steven burying his own face(?) into a pillow as he finishes up the short quip. Jack hums for a moment, a shit-eating grin creeping onto his face as he heads towards the kitchen, bags in tow. "Hm. Depends, does looking like you're about to pass out not alright?"
A pause, followed by a low sigh. "Empl– eugh, Jack I will strangle you—" Jack laughs at Steven's response with a borderline cackle, the annoying sound echoing across the apartment and directly into his transmitter, earning a loud glitchy groan in return. "I'll take that as.... Not alright, then." He's just about to open the fridge and start putting things away, only to stop mid motion. It's for a second, and then another. He places everything down onto the counter, and pauses again once he does so. Oh shit, Steven's not alright. He turns the corner of the wall, tapping his hands on the drywall whilst staring at the overheating phone guy. "Oh, uh... Do you want a sody?"
"I..." His shoulders tense, a sigh leaving his receiver as he lifts his face from the pillow, turning his head to stare at his dearly detested. "..don't want junk like that right now..." The orange man nods, though from the way his posture forces itself to straighten and his grin widens for a moment, Steven could already tell that he had to consciously suppress blurting out a poorly timed joke, chewing the inside of his cheek while trying to come up with another (more productive) suggestion. He opens his mouth for a second, only to quickly shut it again, shoe tapping against the floor with increasing nervousness, the usual grin wiped off his face. Ice cream? Is that one also junk?? Maybe some tap water.. For someone who loves to go on about anything and everything, he's awfully quiet when it comes to the less unusual of topics. He crosses his arms while he thinks, mostly just to block out the cold, he's freezing in here... Makes sense, his body can barely even produce any heat, with the whole being dead thing—
Wait, that isn't a bad idea. Without a word, he walks into the living room and past the various cooling devices and towards the couch, Steven watching curiously as he stops just a foot or so away from his sweltering body. Jack's face is in a crooked smile as he just stands there, arms crossed and faintly shivering, only beginning to speak a second or so before the other could even begin to ask what he's planning. "So, you know when lizards sit on a rock out in the sun? To keep warm?"
"....Just say what on this accursed Earth you are planning..."
With an over the top clearing of his throat, the orange man speaks. "Well, I'm freezing in here, and I don't want you to..." He pauses, something serious momentarily flashing across his features and downwards, only for his smugness to soon return as he continues his sentence. "Blow up the apartment. So why not do a win-win situation, and..." Jack visibly cringes as he says the next word, eyes squinting as he it leaves his mouth as if he's saying something even more heinous than usual. "..Cuddle.....Sounds gud?" Steven waits, expecting there to be some kind of 'and also maybe' tacked onto the request, only for the silence to drag on. And on, and on.. That's all? Jack's grin wavers, brows furrowing as he stares at the other, waiting for a response. "Uh, Steven?... Did you overheat or something..?"
He shakes his head, its heated mechanisms clanking on the inside as he 'clears his throat', voicebox going on the fritz in a static-laced hiss before his voice blares out like usual, though admittedly less self-assured. "L-Let me roll over first..." While he's prying his stomach off the cushions, shirt clinging to them damply as he rolls over to have himself facing outwards and away from the couch, Jack's grinning like a dumbass as he watches him. It's honestly a bit unnerving, that wide smile and his soulless eyes just staring at him intensely, not even blinking... But Steven isn't too bothered, he knows for a fact that he's probably thinking some shit like 'woww!!!1!11!one!!' or 'I should've made that damn offer back when he accused me of cheating on that arcade game'... and also, his brain feels like it's made up of molten metal at this point, his fear response isn't really front and center...
Propped up on an elbow, scooted as far away from the edge of the cushions as possible, Steven half-heartedly pats the empty spot next to him on the couch before retracting his arm, resting the palm on his hip. For once, Jack's quick to listen, flinging his shoes off in a near instant before haphazardly trying to join the phone. It's a bit awkward, trying to go from standing to laying on his side in one go, something he tries to do before settling on just sitting down first before plopping onto his side, face-to-phone with him. Up close, he can practically see the heat radiating off of Steven, his head covered in condensation as he can barely keep it lifted up and off the cushions to even look at Jack for a second longer. He takes a moment to just... stare, at Steven. Sure, it's not the first time he's seen his phone head up close, but... Wow, Jack's standards for 'pretty' have really lowered over the years, huh? He chuckles a bit to himself as he tentatively moves his hand to the other's face, gently resting a palm on the side of his red casing. Wow, he's sweaty..
At first, Jack's doing his best to keep himself from recoiling at the undeniable warmth radiating from him, his body arching away from him the first minute or so. But, after confirming that he will not be burnt horribly by just how hot his body is, he scoots a bit closer, scarred legs bumping against Steven's own as he does so. Even with the minimal contact so far, Steven still feels quite relieved by the sensation of his orange partner's cold, dead hand on the side of his face, leaning into the touch with an undercurrent of static leaving his receiver as his own arms creep towards the man. He wraps them around Jack's shoulders and pulls him closer, the contact between their bodies earning a content sigh from each of them.
For awhile, they just lay there, basking in each other's temperature as they stare at one another. And during that time, they get a bit cozier; Jack outright caresses the side of Steven's head, thumb moving in circles across its curves while Steven closely squeezes Jack tightly against himself, both of them able to feel all the little movements their bodies make. After a while, it doesn't even sound like they're surrounded by a dozen cooling appliances, the only sounds reaching them being their subtle breathing and the faint squeaking of the couch under their weight. Even the sound of Steven's internals are dulled, electronics a manageable temperature when paired with the other's coldness. Jack's just barely shutting his eyes, nearly dozing off... when he feels plastic nudge against his lips. He opens them again, a slight smirk creeping onto his face. "Feeling better, big guy?"
Steven nods, adjusting his head to nuzzle it into the crook of Jack's neck. "Shut up..", he chuckles, artificial heart skipping a beat as the orange man returns the favor, giving him a quick peck on his dial. "I'll take that as a yeah." The phone lets out a huff at the comment, taking the time to give a playful smack on Jack's nose which earns a startled laugh from the other. "That's no way to treat your most-awesome-person-ever, Sir!" But as soon as he ends the sentence, his face transforms into a grimace, knowing full well that now it's Steven's turn to laugh at him. "Sir?? What's next? Boss? Mr.Cawthon??" His voicebox is strained as he laughs out the sentence, not even flinching as Jack beats on his chest in turn, feigning full-on embarrassment. "Shuddup!" "Oh, I'M not allowed to joke about the mix-ups but you can?" To emphasize his point, he pokes his index finger against Jack's temple repeatedly, emphasizing each syllable as the other's face scrunches up as he thinks about what to so next. "Well—!"
And as things go for them, they only escalate from there.... It wasn't until about an hour later where one of them (Steven) remembered that there were groceries. The ice cream did not survive.