head in the clouds

watermelon

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Sticky melon hands.

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"You know those black seeds will grow in your belly, right? Imagine how many you've swallowed," Sapnap says, a telling smirk on his lips.

Dream frowns at him. "No dey won't, Pandas. I—I know you're jus' tryin' to trick me."

They are currently sitting out in the yard, soft grass beneath their legs and bright sunlight shining on their faces. In a bowl between them, are fresh slices of watermelon that George so kindly offered to bring out as a nice, cool treat.

Dream eyes George who is sitting beside him. "Right?" He asks quietly, not as confident as before.

George smiles and reaches a hand out to brush some hair from his face. "Don't worry, love. Sapnap's just being an idiot," he says.

Dream whips back around to Sapnap. "Hah! Told you."

The brunet just smirks and shrugs, turning his head to look at their glittering pool.

Grasping the opportunity, Dream mischievously picks a seed out of the melon in his hand and tosses it over at Sapnap as a rightful comeback. He deserves it.

The little seed lands and sticks to his forearm. "Wha—"

Dream giggles, very pleased with himself, but soon lets out a yelp when the same seed gets stuck to his arm instead. "Pandas, no!" He exclaims though he is still grinning widely.

Sapnap clicks his tongue. "You had it coming, buddy," he says, taking a bite out of his own melon slice.

With his pointer finger, Dream wipes off the black speck and places it carefully on the edge of the ceramic bowl in front of him. He glances up at Sapnap. "It stay here now, okay? No more pickin' it up or throwin' it."

Sapnap smiles and nods curtly. "Alright, deal."

"Deal," Dream echoes with a nod, before taking a big bite of his fruit. As he munches on it, pink juice runs down all over his chin and hands.

George reaches over with a napkin and wipes his face with it, ignoring Dream's whiny attempt to back away from his hand. "You're being so messy," he comments, though there's only fondness in his tone.

"No 'm not," Dream grumbles, frowning at his friend and the damp napkin.

George gives him a look. "No? Take a look at your hands, Dream."

Huh. He looks down at them and opens and closes his fists a few times before tipping his head back up to George, a grin on his lips. "Sticky," he giggles.

"Yeah, exactly," George says, and he's laughing too.

Dream repeats the movement with his hands, watching the folds of skin slowly unstick in his palm when he opens them. "Sticky hands," he mumbles smartly.

Giggling, he smacks them down on the grass in front of him with his fingers spread wide. And to his delight, he finds that little green specks and strands stick to them when he lifts them back up.

"Oh." He pauses and stares at his fingers.

Then, after a beat, he shows them palm up to Sapnap and George, who have been watching him with quiet amusement.

Sapnap chuckles and pushes himself up a bit. "Need some help with that?" He asks and Dream simply nods without looking up.

"Needa wash dem I think."

"Good idea," George butts in.

Sapnap smiles and pushes himself up, stretching out his arms. "Alright, let's go inside, buddy."

"'Kay," Dream stands up too, with some help from George, and trails behind his friend toward the house, feet padding over warm grass.

"My hands are all green, Pandas. Look!" He exclaims as they step onto the patio.

Sapnap glances over with a smile, pulling open the door. "Yeah, I see that, buddy. It's almost like you rubbed them in the grass or something, huh."

Behind them, George shakes his head lovingly as they disappear inside. Silly boy.

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