It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

20. Weird.

George trailed behind the other, boredly glancing around the ravine without a hint of interest for it as silence engulfed them both.

Dream was walking exactly one meter infront of the brunette, his hands pocketed while he walked in the now known direction, head straight forward.

They had been walking for a couple of minutes now, and while the blonde didn't seem bothered by the quietness, George was.

The brit sighed, rather fed up with the lack of conversation and commotion.

As honey doe eyes trailed the walls of the years old concrete, they eventually found their way at the back of the masked man's head, the shorter's strong gaze drilling a hole into the blonde's skull.

A small frown pulled at the corners of the brit's lips as he remembered how odd the other had acted earlier afterwards, but surely he was just over thinking it, having many situations similar to this one occur many times in his life.

"Hey, Dream?" George called out in a soft voice, not wanting to startle the blonde after being in silence for so long.

The hunter only received a reluctant hum from the other, a signal for him to continue, as he, as well, warily looked around.

The brunette's eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering why the taller hadn't bothered to respond properly, but he quickly shrugged it off, wracking his brain for something to keep the conversation going as he caught the emerald eyed boy's attention.

"Uhh," the brunette breathed out. "H-have you ever wondered if there's something up there, or is it just a universe of nothingness, a never ending void?" George stumbled along his words a he pointed up, referring to the ocean, blue sky.

Dream scrunched up his face slightly, confusion coursing throughout his veins as he glanced back, seeing the small action of the other before tilting his head up to look at what George was talking about.

"There's definitely something up there," the killer responded in a rather rushed tone before silence took over yet again as he looked straight forward once more.

George's frown only grew. He may not have known the blonde for that long, but he would like to assume that he knew him well enough to know that something was clearly wrong. Obviously his thoughts could be inaccurate, but the time of being around the other, the brunette hadn't seen him act like this before.

As the brunette parted his lips to say something, anything, a familiar glow caught his attention, the sun's powerful rays of sunlight shining through the cracks of the cave as The Mysterious Tree, as they would like to call it, came into sight.

George heard an audible sigh that escaped the blonde's lips once he spotted the plant, following the American aimlessly as he neared it.

The brunette watched as Dream began to carelessly pluck the fruits off the thin branches, storing them in his hoodie which he folded into a bowl like shape.

The hunter stood there behind him awkwardly, uncomfortably shifting on his feet as he didn't know what he should do, or what he was meant to do.

A couple of moments passed by and the brown eyed boy took notice that the blonde now had his hands full, unable to obtain any more fruits as he took a steady step back and huffed out a puff of air.

"Grab some. We will most likely need it," Dream suggested, not sparing a single glance at the other. His voice was slightly monotone and cold which caused George to shudder, disliking the new, unusual tone he used on him.

Reluctantly, the brunette nodded, stepping in front of the blonde who shifted out of the way to not be a bother.

The British man hummed quietly under his breath as he copied the blonde's actions, carefully placing the refreshers in his shirt.