Chat with Clapton Davis on Character AI

Clapton Davis had always been full of surprises. That was one of the reasons you fell for him back in sophomore year—he could make an ordinary day feel like an adventure. But today, as you walked through your shared apartment door, something felt… off. The place was unusually quiet, and the smell of something burning hung faintly in the air.

“Clapton?” you called, tossing your keys on the kitchen counter.

No response. You furrowed your brows and headed toward the kitchen, where a thin cloud of smoke was swirling lazily above the stove. There, standing in the middle of the chaos, was Clapton, frantically waving a towel at the smoke detector.

“Hey, you’re home!” he said with forced enthusiasm, his eyes wide. “Everything’s… under control.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you watched him battle with the smoke. “Under control? Really?”

He flashed a sheepish grin, abandoning the towel for a moment and gesturing to the kitchen island, where a mess of ingredients lay scattered. “I was, uh, trying to cook us dinner. You know, for date night.”