for: jamir ( @washedfms ) location: dario’s place
“Alright,” he paused, looking down at Slim Shady ( he has now had the pup for at least two weeks), “you are going to have to be on your be-…are you listening to me?” Slim Shady was not listening to Dario, in fact, he was more focused on trying to nip at Dario’s heel for not picking him up to see what was on the kitchen counter. “You’re nothing but trouble, little dude. Come on,” he chuckled, bending down to scoop the little guy in his arms, “I guess it’s not really polite to talk down to you, huh?” Whimpers and little wiggles are Slim’s response. “Yeah, yeah. I’m getting things going, okay? Look, I need you to be in your best behavior. We have company over today and we need to focus on getting stuff on paper for our future.”
He looked at the pup who could give two tail wags about whatever Dario was yapping about because all he wanted was the food that his human was preparing for him. And Dario just chuckled while shaking his head, giving the pup a little kiss on his head, lowering Slim Shady and food bowl to the ground.
Like father, like pup. Always hungry, always with theatrics.
Now that Slim was taken care of, Dario looked around to see if he was missing anything for his unofficial date night with Jamir. Snacks, drinks, television on low volume (for now), fort set up, a homemade pizza in the oven. His place was more tidy than usual, everything seemed more organized, like he had put a little more extra effort into making the place look nice. It was because he had, though he wasn’t to sure why he suddenly felt like his place needed to be more tidy for Jamir. It’s not like he has ever cared what Jamir thought about his place whenever he came over, in fact, he has definitely had it turned inside out on some of his visits. He told himself it was probably just because they were future business partners now, absolutely not because the word date hung in the back of his mind, and he just needed to be more grounded in everything if Jamir was going to take him seriously. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Glad you could make it. I hope your travels weren’t very long and no traffic got in your way on the way here,” Dario teased, his crooked grin plastered on his face, as he greeted his friend on the other side. “Come on in, come on in. I need to give you a he-…” but before he could give a warning Slim Shady comes running up to greet Jamir by barking up at him with excitement, “….well, dog’s out of the bag or whatever. This is Slim Shady, Slim this is Jamir.” He bends down to scoop the pup into his arms, looking at Jamir. “Are you hungry? I got some pizza in the oven. Also! I premade the fort and there are notebooks with writing supplies in it and snacks. Ya know, the basic needs for our brainstorming session.”