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[outerfringe]

[Jeff laughs again, another quiet little chuckle, and watches David for just slightly longer than he means to.]

Yeah, sure. It's a deal. Gotta have a variety to impress the old ladies at book club.

[hardlydead]

[ the mental image of jeff in a variety of stupid, poorly knitted hats is honestly just as charming as it is hilarious and david smiles a little at the thought when he turns his head to look at jeff to really picture it. ]

They'll probably think it's some kinda... Rock 'n roll fashion the kids are doing.

[outerfringe]

[David looks at him while Jeff is still watching him in turn. He's visibly amused by the remark.]

Dunno, man. You'd be shocked. Way more heavy metal grandmas than you think.

[hardlydead]

Yeah?

[ he keeps watching jeff until he realises he's being looked at in return, and he suddenly ducks his head like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be. ]

Guess you'll be a real hit with the old grannies then.

[outerfringe]

[Does.... he have something on his face, David :(]

Might be, yeah. Maybe I'll just get another dog.

[Maybe he'll get five. That feels like a life well spent.]

[hardlydead]

[ he could have something on his face if david wasn't so chicken ]

Any particular breed?

LOL

[outerfringe]

[A tragedy tbqh]

Not really. Big ones.

[The breeds with hearts of gold that terrify people for some reason.]

they're both so dumb and awkward it's killing me

[hardlydead]

[ the little gasp from david is entirely genuine ]

Huge, slobbery babies.

[ god he loves them ]

Drunk and gay is a mood though

[outerfringe]

[He looks at David in a way that seems to say you get it!!!]

Yeah. Wish I had pictures of mine. He's the best.

lmaooo you're not wrong

[hardlydead]

[ david sits up very suddenly and turns to look at jeff ]

Tell me about him.

[ it's important!! ]

I think that's the breed

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[Jeff looks a little startled by the enthusiasm, then privately proud. He glances around, finds a stick, and begins a careful outline of an American Staffie in the dirt.]

He's the best. Had been at the shelter for ages - but he's a lovebug.

[hardlydead]

[ he shifts closer to jeff so he can look at the shape in the dirt, smiling a little as he watches jeff draw. ]

He was lucky to have you.

[outerfringe]

Nah, man. [It's dismissive, sure, but friendly about it. There's a sad sort of fondness on his face as he drags the stick through the dirt.] I'm the one who lucked out. Couldn't imagine a better friend to have. Hope my neighbor found a good home for him.

[hardlydead]

Y'know, two things can be true.

[ he says it with a light nudge now he's close enough for that. ]

He'll be okay until you can see him again.

[outerfringe]

[If you'd asked Jeff if he thought there was any chance he'd be getting drunk and comforted about his dog by David King...

He nudges him back.]

You have any?

[hardlydead]

Nah.

[ he'd love to have a dog but. ]

Considering I spent most of my time drunk or travelling, wouldn't be good for any animals.

[outerfringe]

I mean- not everyone's a homebody. But a good dog's worth drinking a little less.

[And then Jeff starts laughing, a quiet but lingering one, just because the empty bottle is still there with them.]

[hardlydead]

[ he raises an eyebrow at jeff, half-smiling but it's confused by him laughing more than anything. ]

What?

[outerfringe]

Just a hell of a thing to say when you're drunk.

[He seems to be trying to give the cartoon dog a little jacket, but it's an extremely difficult thing to do in the dirt.]

[hardlydead]

Maybe if we had a good dog we wouldn't be. [ he smiles, looking again at the little dirt drawing ] Closest we've got is, uh...

[ hm ]

Ace.

[ you know 'cause he's always just turning up with random shit he dug up ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff chuckles, the stick going still in the dirt.]

I'm telling him you said that.

[No he's not. Ace wouldn't care, anyway.]

[hardlydead]

[ he huffs a small laugh ]

Like he'd give a shit. I've definitely called him worse.

[outerfringe]

Afraid to hear what you've called me.

[He's not. He's contently drunk, has started digging out some other sketch in the soil, arm occasionally brushing David's as he does.]

[hardlydead]

[ he tilts his head as he tries to think if he's called jeff anything before, eyes narrowed for a moment or two and then he shakes his head ]

Probably just 'big quiet bastard' or 'big loud bastard' depending.

[outerfringe]

[Jeff winces with a quiet grin, touching the hand not holding the stick to his own chest.]

Fuck, man. Cuts deep.