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I feel warm—why do I feel warm?
Jack twitched awake.
It took him a minute to process his surroundings. He quickly noticed the warmth was still there—that didn't make any sense, if he was awake now, then…
He shifted, only to find that something was pressed up against him.
"Wha…"
He turned around. The last thing he was expecting to see was a very familiar, purple face.
…He had to still be dreaming.
"G-Gah—?!"
Jack's sudden jolt of surprise shockingly didn't wake Dave. He must've been a heavy sleeper. He let out a tired groan, tightening his arms around Jack.
Jack froze up, looking down. He hadn't noticed until that movement that Dave had his arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like he was a teddy bear.
He really wasn't even sure what to do. What the hell was he supposed to do? Why was Dave here? How'd he get into his house? How'd he even know where he lived?! Just what the hell was going on here?!
He felt Dave nuzzle against his shoulder, which made him tense up even more—he didn't know whether to move or not at this point, because what move should he even make?
Should he pull away? Shake Dave awake? Go back to sleep?—
"Sportsy…"
Oh boy.
Jack's thoughts stopped at that. Did he… did he hear that right?
Dave sleepily calling out his name—well, his nickname—in his sleep was… as much as Jack would rather die than admit it, really cute.
Contrary to common belief, undead beings such as Jack do still need their sleep. So Jack had 2 options. He could either learn to deal with… whatever this is and go back to sleep. Or, he could wake up Dave, and use energy that he currently didn't have on questioning him and then maybe getting him to leave.
He was too tired for the second option.
Jack woke up by himself that morning, which was weird. Did he imagine that whole thing?
He didn't know what to say to Dave when he greeted him at work. He would bring it up, but… he honestly wasn't even sure if it really happened or not.
"Heya, Sportsy!" Dave greeted with a hand on Jack's shoulder.
Jack hated physical touch from anyone else. He wasn't sure why he tolerated it from Dave. Maybe it was just because he was so familiar with him?
He didn't really know… though, it definitely made him tense up a little now after what happened last night—or, what allegedly happened…?
"Hi, Dave." Jack replied.
Somehow, Dave never seemed to mind how empty his words sounded. Jack was never great or even okay at expressing emotion. Dave was the only one who never got mad at him for that.
"Did ya get good sleep last night? I know I did, heh."
Yeah, okay. It definitely happened.
Jack couldn't tell if Dave knew that he knew or not, but now he knew that he wasn't going crazy, which meant he could confront him.
"Yeah, I bet. What were you doing in my bed last night?" Jack interrogated.
Dave looked a bit surprised. Did he seriously think he'd not notice?
"Sports, you're just now finding out?" Dave huffed, amused.
Oh. He did think he'd notice.
Wait a minute, 'just now?'
"What do you mean just now?" Jack urged.
Dave rolled his eyes.
"Oh, Old Sport. I've been sneakin' into your room for months! Your mattress is real soft, ya know. Not as soft as you, though~"
To say Jack was flabbergasted would be an understatement.
"Y-You— Why— How—?!" He stammered, unsure what question to ask first.
"I gotta say, I've really enjoyed sleepin' with ya!" Dave… 'complimented'?
Steven, who had walked in at a very unfortunate time, was standing across the room, cup of coffee in hand.
"Do I even wanna know?"
ps; bonus art
