George is shifting and turns over in his bed, soon flickering his eyes open and finding himself alone in a flat bedroom, on the mattress. He turns over and finds himself at his own company, soon sliding out his phone and checking the time. The day was in evening, and he was glad he didnt have class until dark.
After taking more notice, george had found himself in clays.. Or.. Dreams bedroom and recalls everything from earlier in the day. They ate out and things went better than expected, and during class, george got half his work down without having to think, being too tired to put effort into it all anyways. He could always work on it all later, the work was easy for him and the professor gave them all a break by giving them severely far deadlines. The one on this mere tab or two of work in the start of this semester was due in four months.
He looks over his phone's missed notifications and finds a text from an unknown number.
"Sorry if its weird but after class i walked you back to our dorm then went to my next class. Hope you dont sleepwalk out the window. See you later. ....dream." George mumbled to himself as he read, brows furrowed slightly in light confusion.
With determination to wake up some more, he rubs his eyes with the bends of his fingers, trying to wake up some, only resulting in nothing much of a change other than a yawn escaping his throat.
".....How'd he manage my number?" He soon pulls up google and asks for the definition of a dorm, turning over to lay on his side, on the comfortable bedding, wondering when dream was returning.
George checks the time and his online schedules of the period times before deciding around the right dismissal time hed return to his own bedroom in their flat so he could avoid dream knowing he slept walked back to his bed. If.. That's what occured. Since surely dream didnt put him in his bed for whatever reasoning he had in his head.
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Clay trots up the steps with his phone in his hand, and thoughts spiraling on and on about the amount of work given in his couple of classes. He absentmindedly opened his texts and looked over the unresponsive conversation he started with george, glad to see he at least read the text. Still, he could only come up with the excuse that george went back to sleep which led him to not responding.
Not that it mattered, he was arriving at their dorm now anyway.
"Georgie, you awake?" Clay calls out and walks through their flat while pulling off his shoulder bag, moving to his own room to set down his beg and get a little comfortable. His actions pause when his eyes meet the bed. Its horribly empty. Even the blanket.
"George?" He calls again, with a small grin on his lips, picturing the other holding it on himself while walking around their flat.
"Hmm?"
...the blonde couldnt tell where in the flat that came from. But all he knew in the moment was it sounded close enough to guess. The tall blonde kneels down and tilts his head, looking under the bed based on his minds first theory.
"Georgeee?" He coos, toothy grin shining on his own face as he spots his friend curled up on his side in his forest green blanket, underneath his bed. His hair stuck up here and there and his expression was soft and of course, his eyes were shut.
"You gonna get up?" Dream adjusts his posture so he was laying on his belly, arms folded in front of himself to stare at george for a moment or two longer.
After a few seconds longer dream decided to help the sleeping boy out, arms reaching under and gently gripping the smallers arms, sliding him out against the polished wooden flooring. He got up and carefully moved to pick george up who groans and turns over on his side to the best of his ability, pulling the blanket over his face. The blonde sighs and manages to pick george up before moving him to his bed, resetting him down, then turning away and deciding to work at his desk in the other corner of his bedroom.
A couple quiet hours pass and he finally finishes up a few small paperworks and dream leans back in his chair in thought. His mind is soon bleeding into a burning hazel scent that drifts around the room.
He turns in his desk chair and looks to the blankety lump that was george. His mind could hardly piece things together. Was it george? ....That smelt like that?
What else could it be?
He noticed very very subtle movement. Some small shifting and a few smaller movements. In a shot of cold realization, dream suddenly got up from his desk chair and left the room, closing the door behind him quietly, mind in a screaming spiral.
Yup it was george.
It was george alright.
He was kneading and creating a den. In his bed. Right now.
Clay akwardly glances around his area. What should he do? He was an alpha, and he didnt even know what george was, but his best guess was a beta, since.. Well male omegas were really rare anyway so it was outrulled as something highly unlikely to the point of impossible.
"Fuck.." He could smell the escalation in the hazel and quickly thought up a reason to leave, finding some shoes he kicked off at the door and left the dorm.
George should be fine on his own, right?
Making a den and practically nesting itself is prominently sacred in their society, so watching or god forsake helping someone nest without consent went to court easy. Those actions showed someone was going into heat soon.. And.. Well.. Urges are urges so he didnt want to intrude on the other.
Clay did all the calculations in his head while walking down the dormroom hall, trotting down the steps.
Hed have to buy special and expensive laundry detergent for his blankets after the three weeks it'll take for george to get out of them, let alone his scents to escape. He'd have to probably buy new ones if those scents never got out, otherwise... Well.. It was a really bad look first of all, to have someones scents in your sheets youre not bonded or mated with. It could be taken up to a legal charge.
He didnt know all that much about the laws but knew he didnt want anything on his case about this guy he sort of liked yet hardly knew.
He should go to the nurses soon to ask for heat suppressants for his friend.
"Oh, hey sapnap, im coming to yours for a while" He calls when he spots his friend walking along a path with a couple of his own friends.
"Really? Sweet. First dorm sleepoever with the homie" the boy grins while his dark eyes meet his taller friends, soon turning to who he was with.
"Who's down for a slumber party?"
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