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Sick day

I'm finally back yippee 

So what if Jack didn't come to work today? Honestly he could barely get out of bed right now, not that he wanted too. He felt like absolute hell and he was scared he might vomit if he moved too suddenly, then again, was there really anything he could throw up? He had forgotten to eat dinner yesterday after all.

Nevertheless, he got up and dragged himself to the kitchen, hopeful that maybe a bit of food would set him straight.

He went and took a look in the fridge, noting how it looked as if it was emptyer then it had been last time he checked. Noticing that the leftover pasta from a few nights ago was also missing, he decided to just have some cereal.

By the time he was done eating and doing the dishes it was about 12 am, and Jack had decided to skip work for the day. Not that it would have changed much even if he went, lord knows he could barely stand up right now, much less work.

So, since Fazbenders was now off the table the tangerine dragged himself to the couch to sit and watch soap operas for the rest of the day or some shit, whatever was on tv really.

Or at least that was the plan until there was a sudden crash from upstairs. Even though his body practically yelled at him not to, he got up and started wandering up the stairs.

When he got up he saw Dave, the poor aubergine had gotten all tangled in one of the curtains and only just got himself unstuck as the other appeared. They just stood there and stared at each other before Dave spoke up, "Fancy seeing you here, old sport, come here often?" "I live here, Dave" Jack spoke in an irritated tone, he really didn't feel like dealing with the man currently in his bedroom.

It didn't seem like Dave was really gonna give him a choice about it though, considering he literally broke in just to check up on his dearest of sportsies.

Jack just groaned and started walking down the stairs, an eggplant following after. "Why didn't you come to work, old sport?" he finally asked when they had reached the bottom of the steps, "sick" was the only reply he got.

He seemed satisfied enough with the answer, and then walked straight to the living room while dragging his orange counterpart with him by the wrist, ignoring any protests. When he finally let go it was only to push Jack down onto the couch, ignoring the resulting yelp and going to sit down with him.

Dave noticed that the tv was still going, tuned to some show about murder or something. "This the type of shit yer into, sportsy?" He said as it panned to a particularly gruesome shot, "more or less, yeah".

After that they fell into a comfortable silence only interrupted by the occasional screams from the show as yet another body was found. Honestly it felt somewhat nice to Jack, maybe Dave wasn't so bad after all. Or at least he would be if he stopped breaking in. And maybe if he wasn't holding Jack so tightly right now that he could barely breathe. Yeah. If those two things could be fulfilled then he wouldn't mind this.

Tomorrow is another day.