"Dave, wake the fuck up."
Dave peeked open one eye, seeing Bro standing over him with a stern look on his face. "Get up." Dave rubbed his eyes and sat up, his red hues looking up at the older Strider. "What do you want?" Bro looked down at him, crossing his arms. "I want you to get your lazy ass out of bed, that's what." Dave yawned, covering his mouth. "Besides that." Dave could only assume that Bro was rolling his eyes, them hiding behind his large shades, and shook his head while walking out of the room.
Dave watched him leave and shut the door behind him, and sat there on his bed for a few moments while feeling the cool air of the fan rush pass him. He stretched, feeling some of his bones crack somewhere in his body, and grabbed his shades off of his small bedside table, putting them on quickly. When he walked out of his room and into the rest of the apartment, he saw that Bro wasn't there. 'Weirdo is probably sewing some more puppets for his freaky porn site,' he thought, thoroughly disturbed. He walked over to the cabinets and stood on his tip-toes, opening one to get a bowl for his morning cereal. He dead-panned when the bowls weren't there, but in their place styrofoam dishes. He stood there for a moment before lowering himself back onto the flats of his feet and shutting the cabinet before walking out of the apartment to Bro's car.
It had become some sort of thing that whenever they were going out to eat somewhere, Bro would always hide their dishes and silver ware and replace them with styrofoam and plastic. Dave learned quickly that it would just be best to do whatever Bro wanted when it came to food, seeing as how he wouldn't replace them until Dave practically begged. Or whenever Bro got tired of Dave's whining. Whichever came first, really.
Dave opened the door to Bro's car, Bro of course already sitting in the drivers' seat with a hand on the steering wheel. "Took you long enough, geez kiddo." Dave just smirked and sat down, shutting the car door behind him and buckling his seat belt and folding his legs up on the seat of the car. Bro back out of their parking spot quickly and sped down the road. Dave watched as cars flew behind them, and smiled when he recognized where they were going. Bro pulled into the Denny's parking lot and put the car in 'park,' Dave hopping out of the car quickly to get inside and eat everything he could.
When they got inside, a waitress led them to a table and sat them down, taking their orders. Bro slid his menu to the waitress, already knowing what he wanted. "I'll just take some toast and a coffee." The waitress scribbled on her notepad before looking at Dave expectantly. "As many pancakes as I can get, lots of bacon, and a giant glass of apple juice." The waitress looked at him for a moment longer before nodding and scribbling it down, walking away quickly to get them their orders.
Bro and Dave sat in a comfortable silence before their orders were brought to them, and Dave set to work. He took some of the bacon and laid them between each pancake, then took the syrup and practically drowned them. Bro watched Dave doing all of this, chewing on a piece of his toast. "I'm pretty sure that's not healthy," Bro said, taking a sip of his coffee right afterwards. "Fuck off," Dave said, smiling widely while cutting his pancakes, taking as big of a bite as he could. He chewed his food and kept his smile plastered to his face, taking sips of his apple juice before going back to his pancakes. Bro sat there watching him, thinking of how much Dave still acted so much like a little kid, doing his best to hide his smile behind his coffee cup.
"You're going to eat me out the house and home, you know that?"
"Love you too, Bro."
A/N; Guys, I can't handle all of the love already after one one-shot ;u;