George & The Dream

Nine

June 17th 2021

"Your snowman looks like a blob with a face," George laughed at the sight, "It looks just like you."

"That's exactly what I was going for," Dream expressed, "I'm already winning!"

George scoffed, "You are not! Mine is taller than yours, and you're a literal giant!"

"I'm not genuinely this tall," Dream rolled his eyes, "But even if I weren't cursed, I'd be taller than you!"

"Then why's your blob man so short?"

Dream looked at it, taking in the snow figure.

"Next question," Dream shoved George's shoulder, playfully.

"At least mine has little feet," George said, "It's like a little panda or something."

"Put like, soil on the ears," Dream suggested, "It'll look like panda ears."

George smiled widely, "That would be so cute."

"Here," Dream scooped some snow, digging a little hole to reach the dirt. He cupped his hands to retrieve it, handing it to George, "Let's see if it works!"

George carefully placed half of the dirt, after forming it into a little crumbly ball, onto the top of his snowman. It sat there well. He placed the other ball of dirt on the other side. It looked like a silly, little panda. George was excited about it. He looked over, "Dream!"

Dream just laughed at the little ears, "George!"

The two were amused as they continued to place little dirt details to make it look like a panda bear. When they finished, they were both impressed on how cute it was. Of course, it wasn't perfect. It was bumpy, and a bit lopsided, but that's what brought a smile to their faces.

"Pandas are Sapnap's favorite," George sadly smiled, "Thats how we got the nickname 'Sapnap,' its just pandas but backwards."

"Really?" Dream asked, "Thats cool."

"Is Dream a nickname?" asked George, as he smoothed out one of the bumps on their panda snowman.

Dream nodded, "It is, actually. My names Clay, but I like Dream, it's cool. Is George a nickname?"

"No," George chuckled, "Some people call me Gogy, though. I have these little goggles I take everywhere."

"I didn't know you had goggles on you," Dream said.

"It's because I don't, silly," responded George, turning back around from fixing the snow, "I was in a hurry to find out where Sapnap went when I came here, I didn't think they were a necessity."

It was silent for a moment. Dream saw the pain in George's eyes when he mentioned Sapnap. Dream was aware of how close the two were, and yet he was the one responsible for them being separated.

"Do you miss him?"

"Of course I miss him," George stated, "It hurts to think about him."

"Oh," hummed Dream. That made his heart hurt. George looked back over to the snowman, smiling at it just a bit. Dream felt the tension, deciding to speak up first, "So, uh, is it safe to say my snowman is for sure better, and wins?"

"What?!" George shook his head, "Absolutely not, mine is a cute bear, yours is a blob of snow!"

"It's abstract!"

"Abstract?! No, Dream, that is not abstract thats a disgrace," George teased.

"I'm wounded by your words," Dream clenched his heart, "I thought you loved Mr. Blobby!"