"Don't Say I Didn't Warn Ya"

"Visitor"

--Dream's POV--

(So. I'm trying to be as in depth with this POV as possible so you can kinda get the idea of their mind sets and personalities. Sorry if it's a bit run on...not used to doing first person povs.)

I stood in he doorway of Blue's surprisingly organized home as I waited for him to give his permission to enter. I don't believe he got the memo, because he just spoke and walked as if I was right behind him. To be honest, I'm not fully sure that he noticed I was gone. 'Twas at least five minutes or so before he rounded the corner back to the entry. 

"Oh! There you are." he said with an embarrassed smile. "You can come in-.." Cautiously, I stepped in- er..tried to at least. My step inside was interrupted when I felt a sudden shooting pain on my forehead. 

Blue cringed. "Oooh...might wanna lower your head...-" 

"Little late..but thanks for the warning." I muttered, rubbing where I'd been struck. I checked my hand. Thank goodness there's no blood. The last thing I need is my mentor fainting. 

"Do you want an ice pack or something?" He walks over to me, removes my hand and checks my injury. "I'm alright..." I whispered in response. "It happens a lot more often then I'm willing to admit.." This is true. Just last week I was talking to a companion of mine. She'd brought me to her lab to pitch me some of her new 'ideas'. The doorways are set for people of her height, and unfortunately I was unaware of that information until it was too late. Much like what had just happened. 

"Alright then. Follow me- and make sure to duck." He chuckles lightly as he turns and begins walking down the hall of which he'd came. I'd always found Blue's walk interesting... He doesn't really walk. It's more of a strut. I guess it kind of makes sense since he's in the fashion industry. That little hobby of his is really taking over his personality.

I shake my head, be-ridding the thoughts  from my mind as I follow his path down the hall. On the way to meet him I look around at the walls. As you could imagine, they're decorated with some pictures. Many were post it notes or paper with scribbled dresses or hairstyles on them taped to the wall. Others were framed photos. Majority of them were of Blue and his friends. Out of all the framed photos, one in particular caught my eye. It was a filtered selfie of him, Ink, Finch and...myself? He put up a picture of me?

"Uh- d'ya get lost?" 

"Hm?" I turn my attention to where the voice came from. Blue was standing in the doorway of a room with a door that appears to be recently repainted. He steps out of the way as I enter. "This is my bedroom. It's a little messy, I know...I wasn't expecting visitors." He picks up a couple of clothing items from the floor and places them on the pearly white sheeted bed. 

"Apologies, but I wasn't expecting to be a visitor." 

He gives me a half smile, which catches me off guard a bit. A smile? This is a bit of a rare sight. Normally I see him with a silly grin, or a sideways smirk- or even a toothless smile. But this?! An actual- semi smile?! It's peculiar. It's strange. It's unfamiliar to me. It's-...

...comforting...

Maybe...just maybe... choosing him to help me isn't that much of a regrettable of a decision..