head in the clouds

accidents happen

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All he wanted was some orange juice, but it doesn't exactly go to plan...

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After a whole morning spent watching cartoons all on his own in the living room, Dream decides he's had enough. He wants to do something. It's no fun being little when no one is around to take care of him and give him attention.

Well, George and Sapnap are technically just a quick trip up the stairs away, but they're busy with 'important work' as they put it earlier before leaving him to his own devices in front of the TV.

Dream huffs. Sure, the colorful episodes of Adventure Time were entertaining for a while, but his attention span can only be stretched so far. And besides, it must be snack time soon anyway, right?

He lets himself imagine the sweet taste of fresh orange juice, perfectly cold on his tongue and drinking it from his favorite, yellow cup. The thought of it makes his mouth water, and after a couple of moments of careful contemplation, little Dream's mind has been made.

He wraps his soft blanket around himself like a cape and sets out on the trying path from the living room to the kitchen. Past their mess of shoes and coats in the hallway, and Patches watching him curiously from atop the dinner table.

There are a few rules he has to follow whenever he's little, and one of them is to never use any kitchen appliances without help from George or Sapnap. "We don't want you to get hurt, okay?" George had crouched down to him and said, and Dream even had to pinky promise to both of them that he would stick to it.

But surely the fridge doesn't count, he thinks to himself as he steps toward it. All he's going to do is carefully take out the juice carton, pour some into his tumbler, and then put the drink right back where it was. It'll only take a minute, and George and Sapnap will be so impressed that he did it all on his own! Yeah, he's sure that they can make an exception to the rule as long as he doesn't make a mess.

Blanket cape fixed to his shoulders and mind set on his goal, Dream fills his cup up to the brim without spilling any at all. He casts a brief look over to the tumbler lids drying by the sink but ultimately decides against getting one– it's much more fun to drink straight from the rim of the cup.

Now comes the hardest part: carrying the topfull cup all the way back to the couch where he can sit back and enjoy it. He holds it tightly with both hands, taking the slowest and steadiest steps he possibly can. And it goes so well! That is– until he actually reaches the sofas.

All it takes is one tiny misstep, his foot getting caught on the edge of the carpet, before the cup is no longer in his hands and the juice, well... it's everywhere but in the cup, pouring out onto the couch cushions with a dramatic splash.

Dream holds his breath, standing frozen in place with one foot partially stuck beneath the stupid, stupid rug. "Oh no," he mumbles, eyeing the complete mess in front of him. "Oh no..."

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he knows deep down that he has to tell someone what happened. It would be ten times worse if one of them were to find the wet couch without knowing the full story, and Dream knows better than to lie.

Cape discarded on the floor along with the last of his pride, he makes his way up to Sapnap's office. His hands find their way to his pockets, fingers crossed on both of them as he hopes dearly that he won't get told off for this. It's not his fault that the carpet was in the way...

"Napnap?" He pokes his head around the half-open door, peeking in at the man over by the desk.

Sapnap looks up, pausing whatever is on his monitors. "Hi, honey. Everything alright?" The guilty look on Dream's face makes him stand suspiciously from his chair and walk toward the door.

Dream swallows and looks down at his feet. "Something happen on de couch," he admits timidly.

Sapnap narrows his eyes. "Okay... and what would that be?" He places a hand on the door to open it fully.

"Can't explain it," Dream looks about ready to cry, or at least sink in on himself with shame.

"Think you can you show me, baby?"

Dream meets Sapnap's slightly worried gaze and nods. "Mhm, jus' follow me," he grabs the other's hand and pulls him out of the doorway and down the stairs.

They walk around to the front of the couch revealing the orange-tinted stain that's splattered on most of the cushions. Dream lets go of Sapnap's warm hand. He starts chewing on his bottom lip nervously, certain that his mess looks even worse now than it did before.

"I try to sit down here but I spill it dere," he stutters out an explanation, pointing from himself to the empty cup and the juice, getting progressively more worked up.

Fortunately for everyone, he's wrapped in a big hug before any tears get a chance to spill down his cheeks. He leans into the embrace completely, feeling himself slip younger just from the warmth.

"Oh, it's okay, Dream. George and I can get that cleaned up in no time," Sapnap reassures him, rocking them gently back and forth. "Accidents happen, yeah? And you were so good coming to tell me."

Dream snuggles closer into the other's arms. At least he did something right...

"Tell you what—" the brunet continues gently, "How about we make a nice and cozy place for you to relax in the meantime. Does that sound good?"

He nods into the comforting shoulder, sniffling quietly. Sapnap rubs his back and continues in a tempting tone, "Maybe... we can get lots of soft blankets and cushions and make you your very own pillow fort?"

Dream lights up — a pillow fort? Now that sounds like fun. "Yes! I wan it!" He cheers, forgetting all about the mess. "Les' build it right over dere," he suggests, pointing to the windows.

Sapnap chuckles at his sudden eagerness, "Whatever you want."

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pillow fort chapter coming soon:))

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