another? /dnf/ /omegaverse/

8: rattle snake <3

"Uh no, im actually here because... He's.. On that week, yknow?" Dream speaks a little hushed with a shrug, glancing over to nick to make sure his friend wasnt listening in through tommy and tubbos loud and argumentative conversation

"Really? That's certainly off, his week shouldnt have come until the next. Ill be sure to text him later on, to at least see if he needed anything from tesco," wilbur hums while thoughtfully looking off to the popcorn bag then over to nick.
The raven haired male scrolled mindlessly on his laptop, seeming to have troubles logging into his netflix account which offered enough of a distraction.

"If you need to stay at mine, you can. My flat mate is a bit loud though," wilbur continued, looking back over to his new friend.

"Thanks, i appriciate it." Clay nods with a smile before taking the bag of cheddar crisps from tommy who complained.

After some time during their first film into the night, a couple more people show up and find a seat, karl bringing a few more snacks for every one including drinks like caprisons and energy shots along with snacks like chocolates and trail mix. Purpled brings... Himself.
And his nintendo switch.

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Back in the flat, george is still bundled up and burning alive under clays blanketing in his bed. His mind travels off to something down-sided and so he put on some music he enjoyed to try to concentrate on lyrics instead.
He received a couple texts weather from the professors giving him plain few worded message responses before he finds a notification from his mother. Which was coincidentally her offering him to come home next week when his heat arrived to his body.
She offered every time, even though she and the whole family knew he didnt have a flattmate to worry about and could miss out on a week or two of his classes on that call. George knew not to update her or the family on the things going on at college like this new guy. Dream.

It would add to their arguements despite how much he debated with himself in his mind, to prepare for the next casual arguement with his family about the weight of his plans for his life.

'Im alright' He texts back simply and rechecks his phone, finding another new message. This time from his buddy wilbur. He opens it and lazily hits on the sent picture to open it.

It was dream.

Sat tall and seemingly in the state of laughter while in someone elses dorm, with a bag of crisps in his lap, head turnt to give his attention to someone out of frame.

Was he hanging out with wilbur?

There really was another feeling of dreary weight when one came to knew their friends hung out without you. Despite the circumstances.

He reads the message sent right after the photo.

'He said youre going into your week? You need anything?'
George knew wilbur didnt mean to make him feel unincluded, it was mere update of small gossip. Just something to talk about more when they see eachother or have a long call about over night while procrastinating on work. But even then, he was a little irritant to wilbur, who was his close friend and one of the smartest people he knew, that was aware he was more emotional and weak-minded when falling more into this state.

'Just some chocolate thanks..' George texts back before turning his phone off and shoving it away from himself, listening to the music go quieter.

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George had slept off hours and hours of the next day before around sunset he was given company that could control themselves around him, and his chocolate.
Wilbur had entered the flat and steps into the doorway of dreams bedroom and mumbles a woof, surprised at the strong sickeningly sweet decaying scents. There's a bag in his bent arm and he wore a thick black coat and some brown jeans with slip on shoes. There's shifting on the bed and in the blankets, george finding the sudden energy to move to get up, picking up on wilburs higher status natural scent, growing mentally weaker.

His friend always took care of him from time to time even when george guaranteed he didnt need a single thing.
Soon wilbur convinced george to move to his own flats bedroom so they werent truely intruding on dreams room which was already stained at the brim with georges smells.

Soon wilbur is sat at the end of georges bed eating a couple snacks while rambling to his tired friend about his day in class. George is leant lazily against his friend, the chocolate and its wrapper in his hands at his lap as his picks apart the lining of the pieces, snapping the chocolate bare gently while listening, eyes shut and snuggling up against the other platonically.

"You know, i must say, i admire this form of you. Although youre not fully genuinely like this when youre more yourself, youre just like a little baby, just wanting some company. Youre less reserved, gogy" wilbur cut off his own tangents while looking down to his sleepy friend with a glimmering grin that reached his eyes.

George hums dismissively.

"Anyway, as mentioned before, alex gave me that look in his cocky face that he had a point in his debate arguement that he knew held some weight so he waited for me to finish for his chance to strike and ooooh george you shouldve seen it, it was cool it was so cool. I was gonna say it was hot but it didnt seem fitting." Wilbur muses with more oozing admiration, surely holding stars behind his eyes.

"And of course as soon as he said it, it sent off the whole class before the bell rang so while we walked out, of course i told him good job and of course i had an arguement prepared for it but he hardly believed me since he asked what it was. And if of course, i was too tired the other night to write up a testiment to what he brought up so i lied to his face and mentioned i knew he was only trying to get in my head to make me give my method and my case away," the boys brown eyes shift down to georges hands while he continued, hearing the wrapper sound off. George ate a bit more chocolate while he talked.

"And as much as the boy tried to convince me that wasnt true, he was laughing, yknow, in the nervous way. So before we parted ways alex had suggested we get to have a lunch of two together to talk methods and our strategies with eachother on our debating. Of course, he's just trying tactical betrayal and im only going out to humor him, nothing else. Maybe a little tit for tat, ill be able to get something out of him" wilbur explained while grinning once more and eating some chocolate.
George hums, before yawning and pulling the blanket over his own shoulders more, the air pushed out from under the covers hitting the rooms air harder.
Wilbur adjusts his seating, keeping his mind back on what else had occured that day, ready to continue to ramble to his friend who he knew wouldnt recall this seeing as the state he was in was dazey.