I slipped into the kitchen. The sun was just rising, and I had just finished my workout. Kay was flitting about, earbuds in her ears. I sat down, unwilling to interrupt her flow. I scrolled through my phone, liking tweets and posts on Instagram.
"Good morning Dream." I looked up to see Kay smiling.
"Good morning Kay."
"Sorry, I don't have breakfast ready yet, I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake at this hour." I laughed.
"I'm sure it's just me, and don't worry, I don't need breakfast yet. I just wanted a little company in the form of human presence, if that makes sense." She nodded.
"Well, you're welcome to hang around then."
"Thanks." She put her earbud back in, and I returned to scrolling.
After about an hour or so, she set a plate down and slid it towards me.
"I heard cinnamon rolls are one of your favorites?" I nodded.
"Who told you that?"
"I did." I turned to see George leaning on the kitchen door frame. I grinned, and he sat down on the stool beside me.
"Good morning, Georgie." I kissed him on the cheek.
"Good morning, Dream-"
"AH, it is a great morning for some dnf content!" Quackity dragged a stool loudly over the floor to sit next to George. I rolled my eyes.
"Good morning, Quackity."
"Good morning, Gogy."
Karl and Sapnap arrived not long after, both pulling up a stool to the counter.
"Crew boys breakfast!" Sapnap bit his lip, and I punched him.
"How about a crew boys day?" Karl suggested. I shrugged.
"We were planning on doing a lie detector video today, and it'd be way more entertaining if you and George joined." Quackity offered with a grin. I looked at George, and he shrugged.
"Sure. When?"
"In like an hour or so."
"I ought to get dressed then." George said, standing up.
"Me too." I looked down at my workout clothes - definitely not a youtube worthy fit.
George and I returned to our rooms. I stared at my closet.
Finally, I grabbed my white hoodie, a grey flannel to go over it, and a pair of ripped black jeans. I opened my door and walked down the hall. I made two cups of espresso, and I was putting the lid on the second one, George appeared.
He was wearing a white wilbur crewneck with a pair of ripped black jeans similar to mine. I handed him a coffee.
"Guess we were thinking the same thing today, huh?" He asked. I laughed.
"Yeah, we're twinning." We made our way down to the studio rooms, holding a light conversation on the way.
This is nice.
I pushed open the door, almost flinching from the level of chaos emanating from the room.
"You're dogwater! You're actual dogwater!"
"I am not! I swear to God-"
"Boys, boys," Quackity said through a laugh. "Let's just chill."
"Make me." Sapnap retorted.
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Peach Silhouette
FanfictionGeorge never understood the romantics. What a shame that they put away their life with someone else, instead of living it to the fullest it could be. That is, until he met Dream. Every moment he spent with Dream was euphoric. Platonically, of cours...
