All feels like time stopped and that sudden shift in heavier gravity is underminded and shifts to something far heavier. What do you even say to something that serious? With a stranger, no less?
"Im... So sorry." George sits up a little, hands moving down and folding over themselves on the counter.
"Its fine." Clays eyes lower and his smile fades away, a calm and unbothered expression present.
"Happened a long time ago, and its good they all left. They were all bad people anyway."
"Right." George nodded with a frown on his bitten lips. Maybe this stranger was more than a mere game piece.
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"Dream, i dont know how you could possibly eat that, its horrendous," george is wearing a large grin again, trying his hardest to restrain a laugh while watching clay make himself goofy and struggle to eat his large thick-breaded breakfast sandwich while hunched over his plate.
"Itsss noh tha bah" clay argues to the best of his ability, eyes shifting up to look to his new found friend, who covers his own mouth, hiding a lovely grin.
The blonde takes a while but chews it all and swallows his dry sandwich and downs his orange juice before affording to laugh a bit with george.
"I dont know how you can even stand with that much food, its like nothing, that's not even a meal," clay argues in humors sake, motioning to georges plate of two eggs and some bacon. It was a pity meal, if anything. He was convinced george was trying to be nice to make the other pay for less.
"Fine, so since you paying and want me to eat more, can i try different deserts after?"
"Go for it." Clay challenged with a nod, eyes on the shorter boy sat across from him, watching him cross his arms and lean back with a raised brow.
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Dream didnt know what it was. He truely didnt. But some of the best things in this world were left utterly unexplained. If someone likes something, no one else can tell them exactly why they like it. So people are stuck debating it in their heads and come up with the best theories they assume are to be true.
And watching george try all the deserts he wanted, make clay feel like he was in a trance, knuckles against his own cheeks, elbows on the table while his eyes were locked on the brunette and his lips while trying the desserts they ordered.
The way they sat there at this time, dangerously close to their second period hour and the way george slid the fork from his lips made clay feel like he was in a film adoring a new friend only to realize he was in love in more way than one after a handful of minutes to the ending of said film. George was ..a wonder. And it made the brunettes skin turn a shade of something hot.
His mind even dared to ask him how phenomenal it would be to lick spare chocolate frosting off georges skin while he was laid on his back, nude, on the very booth table they sat at.
Fuck.
The brunette crosses his legs under the table, eyes still on the other, his white noise being Georges casual criticism on the different desserts and food in this place amongst what was ordered.
"This one's jam tastes like how id guess candle wax tastes like. The jam texture is like jello with cut up fruit inside, its off" the british accent never sounded so smooth with any one elses possession of it.
"Mhm." The taller males eyes wonder over to the white substance at the corner of georges lip.
"And this chocolate... It's good but its probably dark chocolate, its too bitter. It just tastes sort of out of date or something," georges voice continued, pushing aside the half-eaten slice on its plate.
"This looks like wedding cake, but like... Taken to another level. Why on earth would they put like...part of a breakfast waffle on top? In the whipped cream?... They also went overboard with the embedded sprinkles, i dont think ill stomach this" george cringed softly while hesitantly cutting a bit off the cake slice with his fork.
"Mhm.." Dream was slightly amazed at how george was the thinnest person he was sure hes seen, and still had this large of a sweet tooth. Seeing as the brunette was picky, proved some point behind his thought.
"I like chocolate a little better than vanilla" the boy in blue smiles with a cheekful and glances up to his friend.
"No vanilla, got it." Clay laughs to himself, light and casua.
"Youre... Awful" the brunette flushed while shaking his head no, immedietly sensing the intended innuendo.
"And what about the ice cream cake? Is that one good?" Clay slides another plate to george, encouraging his cravings for trying the sweets.
"Oh ill try it next," George replied with a nod and wipes his mouth, with the napkin in his hands, eyes shifting to the other cake dream offered. These were good quality and all, which made him want to try them all the more, the lush sugar so perfectly fitting on his taste buds and between his loving glimmering white teeth.
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Their class goes on casually, both sat in their previous seats as it starts up before clay makes his way over to the brunette and sits beside him in the empty chair. No one else had really spoken to him besides a couple other students and the professor.
"You alright?" Dreams voice came beside him, eyes on his slouched body posture. George was on his upperbody, head down in front of his open laptop on his desk.
He shakes his head no.
"Food coma?"
George nods yes, eyes closed and face in his arms, mind in a numbing headache from such sugar. Dreams finds himself smiling lightly at the other, in amusement. He thought up all the more reason to buy his friend more sweets in the future. This guy wasnt so bad from what nick and a few others told him.
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