The Devil's 'Friend' // DNF (DISCONTINUED)

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4 days Dream didn't show up after the incident.

George felt relieved and sad at the same time. He was relieved because that meant he could relax and recover from his fear of almost exposing his true physical self; and sad because he had felt special. Being chased down and visited for the past week and a half, even when it was mostly to be told to do stuff made him feel wanted.

Made him feel like he was becoming a friend of sorts.

Isn't that what he wanted in the first place?

Where had that thought process drifted off to?

George frowned, looking down at the sink as he paused in brushing his teeth. Why should he just give up on making Dream his friend? Yeah, he was tossed around and treated like he meant nothing for his previous actions, but what stopped him if he was killed? Nothing would stop him in hell. He had nothing to lose there.

He spat into the sink, watching the toothpaste suds swirl around until they drained.

He only had himself to lose right now. And what little there was. He shouldn't give up on his dream of making a friend. He had started this, he might as well finish it. Whether he died in the process or not.

As if the demon heard his thoughts, Dream himself appeared in the doorway. His stare from the mask seemed set back, indifferent as he stood stiffly in the hallway.

George stared back at him through the mirror, giving one last spit into the sink before setting his toothbrush down and spinning around. He avoided eye contact and brushed past the tall devil to walk into his small kitchen. He didn't react as he heard the clack of boots follow him on the wooden flooring.

"Are you going to move back to your previous house?" Dream said after a moment of staring at George's back. The brunette was seemingly preparing breakfast.

"No. I like it here." George replied evenly. He heard the change of tone in Dream's normal voice and settled on the fact that it was because of the incident and maybe, just maybe, because the demon felt bad about what he had almost done.

"I see." Dream cleared his throat, suddenly and for the first time, sounding awkward.

George had to fake a cough to hide his smile.

After a few beats of more silence and the aroma of freshly cooked food, he turned around with two plates of steaming eggs and placed them on the tiny table before them.

Dream's mouth parted slightly at the sight, looking surprised.

"Well, don't let them get cold." George gestured with his fork, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "I can't eat it all by myself now can I?" He finished with wide eyes, beginning to scoop the perfectly scrambled eggs onto his fork.

The demon closed his mouth, apprehensively stepping forward to take a seat. He stared first at George who was eating like there was no tomorrow and then at his heap of eggs.

"You look confused." George said around a mouthful of egg.

"I'm not. Just... nevermind." And on that note, the two ate together. The silence comforting now, filled with the sounds of eating and not stifling tension.

George found himself smiling after each bite, unable to contain his happiness at how he had conquered Dream at least for that moment. Having made the devil himself crack his hard shell ever so slightly and have him eat with him.

Like a domestic situation.

As friends.

"Thank.. you." Dream grimaced after he finished, breaking George's thoughts into a million little pieces.