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☾*~ɪᴛs ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ~*☽

angsty (?)

little:
dream

cg:
wilbur, techno

🄽🄸🄲🄺🄽🄰🄼🄴🅂:
none

i hope you don't mind if i changed the little part of wilbur and techno visiting him!

just wanted to say quickly that the full community of little space doesn't always call their cg names like master // daddy. it is simply something that we have to be comfortable with, and even then some aren't as comfortable as others with that. please don't force a little to call you those names // not assume they will. please.

thank you for requesting!
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༄ (3rd pov) ༄

Techno worriedly called a number again, his past rings not going through. He and Wilbur were supposed to be visiting Dream that day, just a few hours ago. Yet, none of their calls seemed to go through or would get sent straight to voicemail.

"Techno, calm yourself. I'm sure he just has it on vibrate and will call back when he can." Wilbur rubbed small circles into Techno's back, One of the man's hands went up to rub the side of his forehead, his eyes closing themselves.

Although Techno always seemed to be cold and heartless to most of his friends, he was quite gentle with two of the many. Wilbur and Dream. Never once had he raised his voice meaning to at the males, always being calm and sweet around them. After all, he did like the both of them.

No matter what happened between any of them, they would always be sure to inform the others about things. Whether it was if they were going out to eat, or how their days were everyday. It was always comforting to hear each of them talk so gently to eachother, or show so much care to the point where people would question them.

They weren't together, just very close and quite comfortable with one another. Although, both Wil and Techno wanted more than just that. In fact, they had fallen for the blonde in more ways than just friendly, equally sharing relatively loving feelings for him. He and Wilbur both decided to visit Dream in Florida, and break the news to him before they left.

"Wilbur, can we please just make our way over there now? I'm worried."

A soft nod left the brunette, the both of them scurrying to grab their keys, phones, and coats then head out the door. Techno sat in the driver's seat, quite frankly hurrying to push the start button before looking over to Wilbur who seemed to be having troubles getting in.

"Stupid bloody seat belts."

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On the way there they'd tried calling the blonde again and again, all leading directly to voice message before pressing the end call button. It was never once that Dream didn't texting beforehand explaining why he wasn't able to pick up their calls, nor answer the phone all in all.

When they arrived at Dream's home, they rung the phone one last time, getting the same thing as per usual. Voicemail.

As much as they didn't want to barge into the house, it was worrying when your 'best friend' doesn't answer you all day. Maybe Dream had gotten enough of them both, and decided ghosting would be the better option rather than putting up with either of the males?