A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty Three: Happy Birthday George

By the time George woke up in the morning, the light was shining through the curtain and he was overheating under his blankets, Dream's warmth next to him not helping his situation.

"Please get off me it's too warm." He whined, batting the other slightly with his hand.

"No I'm comfy." Dream replied, snuggling closer into George. "Savour your birthday lie in while you can."

George smiled up at him as he thought about the morning before. Luckily Dream hadn't actually made him eat the pumpkin, but they'd laughed about it till George said he'd only eat some of Dream did. Let's just say the blonde dropped the subject of him eating it rather quickly.

Chuckling at the sleepy Demon, George elbowed him lightly. "I'd much rather prefer a birthday breakfast then a birthday lie in." He mused. Looking outside the window to see the fact that it was actually light outside. An indicator they'd probably already had a good few hours of 'birthday lie in'.

"If you wanted breakfast in bed you would have told me it was your birthday before it actually became your birthday." Was Dream's defence as he yawned, sitting up slightly and blinking disorientedly, his eyes grazing over the room before settling on George in front of him who pouted lightly.

"You know I could always just order you to..." George threatened lightly, trailing off suggestively at the end.

"You do that and I will make you the crappiest breakfast ever seen by man." The blonde replied through a yawn, flopping back down on the bed and dragging George back down with him.

"You're supposed to be nice to me on my birthday not an arse." George joked, snuggling back into Dream neither less.

"You can't say anything you're old."

"Pfft, I'm 24, and you're how old exactly?"

"I'm like—" Dream opened his mouth to retort before realising what he was going to say would only support George's point. "Wait what year is this?"

"2020." The human replied with a smile, delighted as Dream's face dropped.

"Okay so I'm like 400, give or take a hundred years or so, but—"

"YOU'RE FOUR HUNDRED??!?!?" George shouted through a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. A gaugh? A lausp? Never mind.

"Okay, stop right there." Dream said as George burst out laughing.

"You're a 400 year old pedophille." He joked between laughters.

"Okay no, I was only 21 when I died so if anything you're the pedo." Dream shot back defensively, the brunettes laughter dying out.

"Twenty one? Dream that's so young."

"Mmh, yeah most people died by forty though so I practically had lived half my life anyway." The other explained though it did nothing to make George feel any less bad. He couldn't even imagine dying now let alone 3 years ago.

"Anyway, it's your birthday not a 'let's be sad about some ass hat that died 400 years ago' day." Dream said as an indicator to drop the subject, pushing himself off the human and getting off the bed with an exaggerated stretch "So. What does one do nowadays to celebrate their day of birth?"

"Like, go out with friends, open presents, sometimes I'll stream and things." George explained.

"Do you want to go out and meet up with your friends?" Dream asked, flexing his arms above his head as his shoulders let out a satisfactory pop.

"Yeah, I think they mentioned us all going to the arcade or the shopping centre or something. You going to be able to cope here without me?" George teased.