more than i thought i did (dnf)

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It was a dono, a stupid fucking dono that got him into a heaping mess.

"Hey George! I was wondering why all your clothes look super oversized, like, why so big?"

The words hummed through the blonde's headset as a smirk pulled at his mouth.

Dream really did love moments like these, with either the brunette or Sapnap streaming while he listened idly and scrolled through Twitter. He'd grown used to occasional screams and yelps, the odd dono here and there he could snort and cringe at without repercussions, but all in all, he truly loved the tranquility. His eyes glanced back up at the monitor in front of him, fixating on George's face as he let out a soft laugh, and tried to answer.

"I just prefer it! I don't really-"

"-It's because he's small," Dream piped in, breaking his silence. George's eyes rolled at the comment before scoffing and drumming one of his hands against the wood of his desk.

"Oh, so now Dream wants in on the conversation."

"He's very, what did I say to Sapnap? Petite! You're very petite," The blonde laughed, moving his leg and nudging a soft ball of fluff curled by his chair. Patches moved her front paws to bat at his ankle.

"You're not even that much taller than me!" George whined, crossing his arms and glancing at chat which was already whizzing by with a sea of "dnf!!11!!!" and "CLIP IT".

"You're like what? 4'9-"

" Hey -"

"Okay, 5'9, that's a whole six inches shorter, and Sapnap says I'm probably taller than 6'3 anyways," Dream rambled off again, smile growing wider than would've been considered normal for the context. He heard a small snort through his headset and saw the brunette covering his face with one hand covering a dopey grin.

"Six inches, Dream?"

It took a few seconds for the joke to register, before he felt his face heat up immensely and wheezed out a laugh. It was times like these he truly valued not using facecam ever for streaming and rarely with his friends.

"Shut the hell up! What is wrong with you, George?"

Their laughter melded together from across an ocean, while Dream's mind was stuck replaying the image of George covering his mouth with a hoodie sleeve, giggles seeping over. His goal was to make George laugh anytime he could, just to see or hear a sliver of a smile. The warmth that bloomed in his chest when he succeeded was worth every second of embarrassment. It superseded any negative emotion he could possibly feel; Anything was worth that moment.

"It's not my fault I'm bigger than you," He got through wheezes, only procuring a harder laugh at the insinuation. His head felt light and dizzy as he tried to maintain breathing.

" Dream ! Can you go one sentence without a euphemism?"

Giggles filled his ears again and his heart began pounding and thumping the way it always did when moments like these arose.

Dopamine produces adrenaline , is what Google had told him, meaning he would listen and not question it further.

"I didn't even mean that one, seriously."

"For some reason I don't believe you."

The blonde moved a hand to the water bottle on his desk, glass clanging lightly against the wood as he moved it to his lips, willing the pink tint under his freckles to fade. He really did revel in moments like these.

George went back to grinding out new gear on the SMP, while Dream checked his Twitter timeline, already seeing clips from what happened minutes earlier.