Greamno and MCYT Oneshots

Pottery Classes

Not a request, just me making crack-treated-seriously (aka a usual chapter-). It's literally just Techno being a master at pottery because he mastered the art and the other two knowning dogshit about it.

Techno knew, in his subconsciousness, that it was a bad idea to take Grian and Dream to his pottery place. He knew that it would inevitably end in the destruction of pottery and, quite possibly, the world.

But in his defense, Grian had taken them pranking, and Dream had taken them manhunting, and it was really only fair he did something with them.

"You do pottery!?" Grian said in surprise, smiling brightly at the small pottery course receipts.

"These are pottery courses!" Dream exclaimed, whipping around to glance at his boyfriend (the taller one).

"No, they're for lacrosse." Techno deadpanned. "Yes of course it's pottery!"

"I- ! It was a rhetorical question!" Dream spat out, slightly embarrassed.

"Sure it was, sure it was." Techno nodded in faux persona.

"This is just like that time you tried to convince us you actually had a house." Grian added from the background.

"I DID HAVE A HOUSE! YOU'VE- GRIAN YOU'VE BEEN TO MY HOUSE!" Dream protested, aghast that the other two would ever imply he was homeless.

Honestly how dare they.

The wheat-haired male giggled, watching a look of protest plaster into his boyfriend's face. Yeah, pottery would be fine. They could handle it.

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It was not, in fact, fine.

Grian was currently STANDING on a pottery wheel, spinning around fast while Dream attempted to mold clay around him.

The teachers and students alike cowered as the two made what could only be described as multiple volcanic explosions of clay.

This was why Techno never invited them anywhere-

"Grian, stand still!" Dream hissed as Grian toppled over, falling off of the pottery wheel. 

"Ow!" 

"I told you to stand still." Dream smirked, offering his hand to the other.

"Shut up Dream." The shorter (Grian I did not come back from the dead just so you could be in denial about your height again-) huffed, knocking the offered hand out of the way. 

"This is why I can never take you anywhere." Techno simply mumbled from the corner, head in his hands.

"I just don't understand what you mean, Mr. Blade." Grian smirked, jumping up off the ground with ease. "We are perfectly well behaved."

"HAHA!" Dream wheezed. "You sound just like Tommy!"

"The kid you traumatized?" Techno deadpanned, blinking slowly at the other.

"It- Your part of the roleplay! You helped write the script!" The wheat-blond complained. "Your right, we're never going anywhere ever again-"

"Noooooo, don't be like that-" Grian laughed, clay-covered hands (mmmmm- /j) smearing onto Techno's apron as he dramatically fell forwards.

"I swear to god, your going to get us banned- you've gotten us banned." The hybrid monotoned.

"Teeeeeeech :("

"This was my favorite pottery place."

"Don't be so overdramatic, Techno!"

"I don't even want to know what you were trying to do here-"

"This is bullying-"

"What the hell?" Someone closer to the back of the terrified potters said, disrupting the argument between the three.

"Uh, right." Dream smiled awkwardly. "We apologise?"

"It was Dream's idea, make him pay." Grian laughed, discreetly handing the owner a $200 check.

"This- Okay, now this  is bullying-"

Did I just make some random fluff  ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶p̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶n̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶p̶t̶e̶r̶? Yes. Yes I did.

Enjoy it while it lasts, Readers. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Word Count: 570