George was happier now that he was able to properly take care of his health and dress in new clothes more often. Honestly, most of the time he would forget that Dream was a killer and could kill him in an instant but he just seems like a genuine and normal guy. But now that he was associated with Dream and his work, Dream would need to teach him a few things before they could actually get to work.
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It was early in the morning, about 7am give or take and George was happily asleep. His blinds weren't closed all the way from the night before, resulting in little lines coming from the sun laying over his face. Being calm and collected in his thoughts, George was peacefully sleeping and enjoying his dream.
Then there's Dream, already wide awake; not that he woke up early but he had nearly slept in the first place. That's nothing new though, ever since he was a kid for as far as he could remember, his mind was always running in a million places at once and felt as it was never shutting off. So Dream was diagnosed with ADHD at age 12 and tried taking meds but that never worked out well and he started acting as if he was a completely different person. So he eventually was just able to adapt from the lack of sleep. By now he can fully function on about 1 or 2 hours while an average person can thrive on 8.
After laying in bed for a couple of minutes, Dream realized it was doing him no good so he got out of bed. He took a shower and changed into his classic clothing choice before going to the weaponry and grabbing some tools he needed before heading out to his training session.
Believe it or not, the place he took George was also the place he trained. It was always peaceful, probably from the fact that nobody had ever been there besides Dream. The nice open field and small range of trees was a great environment to work on a variety of skills.
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However, George was in a similar boat in the way that sitting in bed wouldn't bring him any benefit. As he got up out of bed he noticed that Dream was nowhere to be found. Not that he was nervous, just curious.
Making his way to a window in the kitchen he noticed Dream outside. He stoped in his tracks to gaze at the way Dream was moving. Even with a weapon in his hand, he moved like a breath of fresh air, every step he made was perfectly planned and fit very well with his execution of whatever he was trying to accomplish.
George walked closer to the window to get a better look and saw that his mask was lifted. Not enough to see anything huge, but his mouth was exposed probably to help him breathe better. He had perfectly white teeth, with the K-9's a little sharper and longer, causing them to look like fangs.
That was good enough for George to say, maybe one day he'll see what Dream fully looks like. Not just stuck having a vision win his mind of what the might look like.
One day.
:notes:
this chapter was going to be much longer than I originally planned but I decide to split it up into 2 chapter just because I want to and I can.
anyways drink some water, get some food, get a good amount of sleep.
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