Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Nine

—9—

"Oiii, you finish George?" Sapnap yelled from the living room.

"Wait, I'll catch up" George replied.

George fitted the last pair of his shoes. Again, he's formal, but not the same for the last time. It is not partnered with tie anyway, so let's consider it as a bit informal. He wears this vertical striped long sleeve polo shirt with patterns of black and white matched with black pants and the leather shoes he wears from yesterday. Damn not a lie, but he really looks photogenic.

He was planning to open the door when he noticed himself in the mirror. Mirror only, with no reflection of him. It kinda freaks him out but left a silent gasp. He can't attract too much attention.

"Oh my, am I a vampire?"

No, he isn't, of course, he knows. Maybe it was just a trick played to him by time. If time travel is possible, how about being reflectionless impossible. Is he right?

He just stops to overthink about this and tells this to Dream later. He hopes he'll also not freak out.

"Hey," a loud thump of knocks echoed on the door beside him. "Hey, George hurry up!"

"Wait up Sapnap, I'm done." George opened the door. And it was Dream welcoming him. Sapnap was caught in act of snatching a cookie in the jar. While the three other boys were silently chit-chatting in the seats of the living room.

Dream looked at George from top to bottom, judging every piece of George's replica. He showed a playful grin on his lips.

"Does it look good?" George asked.

Dream gradually nodded, still have the impish smile on his face. It's maybe impossible, but you can see the satisfaction on his lips. He looked at George as it was his art. A sculpture that's so perfect it's hard to sculpt on. A painting that's too perfect to sketch.

..if he only the audacity to paint him.

"Where are we going anyway?"  George asked as he tucks in his polo.

"Haven't you heard of it," Sapnap exclaimed, covering his mouth as you can hear the munching sounds in his mouth.

"There's a new branch of the library here in the town, it's popular in the city, and the opening is now." The tall blonde hair boy stands from the lounge.

"It's good, we don't want to miss it" the short black-haired man responds after him, both with the same accent.

George stared at them, but he didn't let it obvious so it'll not be embarrassing. Sapnap's scoffs and laughs and covered the jar of cookies.

"Oh, mi dispiace molto, let me introduce to them."

"This is Dave or you can call Techno. His my waiter from my restaurant. He's mostly cold but I'm sure you two will get along well," Sapnap approached Technoblade and patted his shoulders.

Techno just greeted him with a lazy smile, and a wave with his one hand in his pocket.

"He's the one who served us yesterday," Dream whispered.

"Yeah I know," George responded, as they are switching gossips beside each other.

"Next is Toby," he approached the black-haired man. "He's my accompany in
the kitchen and cook of my resto"

"Greetings, nice to meet you George, just call me Tubbo," Tubbo approached Oikawa and offered his hand.

George smiled and accepted his hand.

"This is Tommy, he's a baker from my past business, but he retired and bake instead in the city," Sapnap pointed to the man beside him.

Tommy coldly smiled and just waved his hand. George just responded with an abrupt smile with a confused feeling.

All of the gazes shifted George, which made him uncomfortable. He nearly forgot, he hadn't introduced his name.

"Hi, I'm George, George Davidson. From UK and just went here to see" he paused and scoffs. "—my childhood friend"

"Oh, so he's really Dream's bo—"

Tubbo elbowed Tommy beside him. "Stop you bastard," you can see the loud whisper from his audible smile.

"Oh, so let's go, being late was not in my antics" Dream signaled.

All the six men left Dream's living room and walked the whole way to the new archive. The library was run by a good bookworm and passed to his loyal son when he retired for his weakening age. It's Venice who received the first branch, and how lucky they are for having the chance.

Sapnap is the witness for how this library sparked in the city. As one of the fans, he always check his schedule to be present there. Then read his favorite book and sip a cup of tea in one of the tables outside the building. It feels a great relaxation for him, especially if he had in a long tiring day in front of the oven.

The library is within walking distance. Just few turnings after Sapnap's restaurant. Sure Sapnap's coffee will sell like pancakes with the mutualism of the two branches.

It was a silent walk for the six of them. George and Drwam was in the middle acting as manly as they could. While Tommy and Tubbo are chitchatting and laughing about the discs or whatever with their talks. While Sapnap and Techno are in their back and still, whistling, movement-quiet and hands in the pocket.

Dream noticed how nervous George is, so he just patted his shoulders and whispered."Don't worry about this, It maybe weird but this is how we usually do as friends, how about you? What you and your friends usually do when hanging out?"

"Uhmmm," George hummed of embarrassment. "We're so loud in streets, we're mostly mentally disabled and...we like to tell jokes and pranks at each other,"

"Woahhh, I never thought future generations would be that wild," Dream raised his brows. "I can't nearly tell the difference without me being a witness,"

"I'm sure girls would be around you everytime"

George keened his eyes and his shoulders shivered as Dream asked that thought. You know?

Girls just scattered around and fascinated at George's handsomeness. But in at least one of them, nor a single piece of them, he never got attracted or attached himself with. Cause George knows what he really wants.

He just exiled all his cringing with a sigh. "Your such an idiot, Dream".

—I/N—

Oh, mi dispiace molto - Oh, I'm very sorry
(Italian)