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« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
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[venatoris]

[ Give him ten and he's gonna show up with a pie box in his hands and a grin on his face; he's proud of himself, he finally has a freakin' kitchen )albeit a small one) that he can put to use instead of making do with shitty motel burners and gas station burritos. ]

Knock knock~

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[David is, as promised, up on a stepladder with a duster in hand when Dean shows up, heralded by the tinkling bells over the door.]

Wow. You give the Jimmy John's guys a run for their money. [a pause.] I just realized I never asked specifically where you're from? I just assumed my Earth. Jimmy John's is a sandwich delivery place.

[please cut him off or he'll keep talking]

[venatoris]

Okay, um -- yeah. I know what Jimmy John's is, had it a bunch. They deliver on bikes, it's kinda cool except most of them are teenagers who don't know what the fuck deodorant is.

[ an - y - way. ]

Uh, here -- pie. I was just experimenting, it's apple cheddar; never tried it, sounded good. I didn't get to bake a lot. But I guess I don't have anything better to do here.

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Oh. [A pause, where David is embarrassed about having over-explained sandwich delivery, and then he shakes his head.] Well, good. Perfect. Anyway—yeah. Pie.

[He accepts the pie, lifting up the lid as he eyes Dean with something like impressed written across his features.] Oh, hello. Um, Brownie Points, this smells heavenly.

wow fucked up that html

[venatoris]

[ it's cute ]

Right? My whole place smells like pie now, and I couldn't be happier about it. [ he is so fucking pleased with himself. ] Got some forks somewhere in this fancy place, Givenchy?

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[aww look at him]

Oh, I have forks. Wait here, I'll be right back.

[He sets the pie down on the cash wrap and disappears into the back room; when he comes back he's got two paper plates and two plastic forks in hand.]

I didn't peg you as the baking type, [he remarks as he begins carving out slices for the both of them.]

[venatoris]

[ He's leaning over giving them a sniff when David comes back out, still looking a little smug, cheeks red, so, so pleased. ]

Yeah, no one does. But I raised my little brother, y'know? I picked up a few things. Just never had an opportunity to do it.

Or a stove.

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And now here you are, living your dreams.

[That's kind of adorable and David has to repress the sudden, saccharine urge to ruffle Dean's hair. God, who even is he?

He gives them both a good-sized piece and immediately forks into it, mouth watering. He has to sniff it first, because he's got a ~refined palate~, but he doesn't wait much longer to eat it, and his shoulders sort of melt as he gets a mouthful of pie.]

Mmm! Damn. That's good. You can stay.

[venatoris]

Yup. Maybe I should open a bakery.

[ It's a joke, mostly. He wouldn't mind doing it as a side hustle while working in a garage somewhere, though. Dean's Pie Shop and Garage. Has a ring to it. ]

Hell yeah, success. [ Because -- yeah, it's delicious. ]

Damn I'm good.

[zhampagne]

You'd have at least one enthusiastic customer, [David quips, forking another bite into his mouth.] God, cheese and apples is such a good combo.

[Reluctantly, he sets his plate down and leans back against the cash wrap. He tilts his head at Dean, giving him an expectant look.] What else have you been doing, besides baking up a storm?

[venatoris]

Right? Just kinda came to me - but it turned out really well.

[ He's still shoveling pie in his mouth when he's asked, so he swallows like a normal person and gives a little shrug. ]

Not much, honestly. Just getting the lay of the land, figuring out what to do here, snagging some 'dates' every now and then. [ insert finger quotes. thanks cas ]

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I'm a big fan. [David sighs as he goes in for another bite, like he's really being burdened with this. His gaze cuts sideways, a smirk playing around his mouth.]

'Dates,' huh? Good for you, making friends. Anyone cute?