~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Thirty Three

It was the start of the war again.  The same old speech coming out from both sides mouths once again.  It was starting to sound like a broken record to the brunet and no one could blame him.  It's only been the third time,  yet the fact he knows that L'manberg fought all for nothing, only to be betrayed by their own leader,  is disheartening in a way to the point it's completely boring to come back to the story of betrayal.

His mismatched eyes scanned the area in front of him,  another meeting called by their blonde leader in motion. Countless whispers of the plan going in and out of another ear, already knowing what to do,  what not to do,  what to improve and so many more.  They'll be successful like always, even with any mistake that he or the others made.  It was solely up to Dream to give them the win and he always did.  It still baffles him to this day the motivation to bring down one small country. 

Then again,  to his best friend,  power is everything.  Even the smallest amount of it can lead to a thousand differences that can impact the future.  It wasn't anything surprising,  knowing full well that his best friend would want everything rather than a quarter of it.  It was dangerous,  but if it motivated him and made him happy then who was George to stop him? 

George valued his friend's happiness the most,  putting it first rather than his own. To him,  his friend's happiness is his happiness and he's satisfied with that.  Yes,  he may be rude to some of his friends at times as a joke,  but never has it ever resulted to a full out argument that both sides were fuming on.  It was all jokes that amused his friends.

Dream,  on the other hand,  rarely had the satisfaction for anything,  always wanting more and more of something that would sometimes lead him to embarrassing himself or getting what he wanted.  It was just a cycle for him and it honestly amused him when someone tries to stop him only to fail in a matter of seconds.  Maybe weeks.  Months.  A year,  at the most.  Never years,  of course.

It was a sort of give and take between the two, one taking more from the other,  but they never did mind. That was how their friendship worked and it was somehow always balanced for them even with this notion.

The meeting stretched on, the brunet barely paying any attention to it considering he's heard it all before.  Twice, mind you.  The blonde noticed it and pointed it out once,  but with no reaction, not even a flinch,  he went back to planning with the other two after rolling his eyes, mumbling something under his breath. 

George blinked after a while,  looking at the disgruntled blonde in front of him that had his back turned to his direction, hearing the mumbles of the plans from him before he stood up to participate.  It's the least he can do. It was noticeable that Dream's mood lightened up a bit at the fact he was finally listening, a small smile on his face that wasn't covered by his white mask for once for a long time now. 

The meeting went on smoothly by then, Loud bangs being heard around him the day after that as TNT's get blown off as his team fired their arrows at the other side as he heard screams behind the loud commotion. He stared at the scene with no emotion,  only firing his arrows around as well.  He knew enough not to feel guilty as no one really gets hurt at this scene, getting scars or wounds but that's about it.  Mental scarring is another topic,  however.  He was still guilty over that, but he had different matters that are more important right now.

This routine was getting boring.  Listening to the meetings he's heard twice, Going to the war over and over again, Hearing yells coming from the two sides.  It was all tiring.  Maybe what he needed was something new.  All he's been doing after all was following the flow like he did back then,  but maybe that's what he needed. To change something up for once.  So he did,  meeting up with one person that he knew would be able to help him.

The person agreed after he promised the very thing he wanted, getting the approval from him as they both went on their merry ways. The brunet was chewing on his nails as he walked back, finding no lights in the community house that were lit up once again. Another meeting,  he assumed. 

He went inside,  finding no one around the table.  There were no whispers or murmurs.  No maps being strewn about on the table.  Nothing.  It confused him so much until Dream went out from a room that was hidden. He prefers to call it the green man's room with how much time he spends inside of it.

"Oh,  there you are!  I've been looking everywhere for you." His friend beamed at him with a large smile on his face. He could see that even in the dark somehow.

"Yeah?  Well,  I'm here.  What's wrong?" The brunet asked as he leaned on the table with his hip,  crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.  This has never happened before.

"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk since we haven't really done that for a while now cause of the war." Dream shrugged as he spewed the sentence out,  sitting down on a chest that was across the other.

George's eyes stared at him for a moment before he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure you just don't miss me?" He teased out, hearing the blonde scoff as he also rolled his eyes,  copying the position of his arms that were still crossed across his chest.

"And if I say I did,  what would you do?" Dream pushed on, eyes staring into his own with no sense of stopping at any time.  George only shrugged his response,  sitting down on the table after that.

"I have no idea.  Anyways,  what did you want to talk about?"