:] - a dreamnotfound texting fic

hi clay

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baby + Dream
9:53pm
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<baby changed Dream 's name to Clay>

<baby changed their name to George>

George
hi

Clay
wtf how did u find out
omg do i owe u 10$ now????

George
noooo
kisskisskisskisskiss

Clay
ODMSHSK
GEORGE
OMG
WARNING BEFORE BEING CUTE
Can we call ?? Since yk, u figured it out

George
i feel small rn
sorry :[

Clay
Heyyy no apologising
I dont mind calling even if youre small,
Its all upto you buddy. Prmosie!
Omg
Promise.

George
but it'll be our first time on call n i dont want me being a stupid baby to ruin that.

Clay
hey little you or not little you
i accpet you either way gogy
baby bud little one
come on, it must be hard having to read my texts too?
Cmonnnn please ??
and also for the record ur not stupid!!

George
promise u wont leav? or nefer talk to me agen?

Clay
i pinky promise
okay??

<George started a call.>

"Hello?" Clay's voice isn't rough or hoarse like George was used to hearing in school the few times he'd passed their table. He finds himself going shy at how soft and gentle it sounds, so accommodating for little him.

"Hi," George giggles out shyly, his voice a little muffled as he burrows his face into a pillow, "Like y'r voice."

Clay smiles as he puts the phone on his bedside table, he enjoys the small ego boost, "You do, huh? I like yours too."

George almost wants to squeal. He holds it in as a bright smile dances on his cheeks.

"Are you in bed right now, Gogy?"

George looks around, "Not yet, was studyin f'r school!"

"Oh, are you worried about the mocks?" Clay asks softly before accidentally asking more questions, "How about you get some comfy clothes on and we can go to bed at the same time yeah?"

George smiles politely despite the other not being able to see, "Mkay! Can I make a drink too?"

"Can you make it without making a mess bud? Your parents might get upset with you."

George shakes his head, "I live alone, is okay!"

Clay smiles softly through hazy eyes, he was tired himself - not that he would willingly admit that to anyone, maybe all those late nights had finally caught upto him. "All alone? Oh my god, I don't even know which George you are. There's like... a million George's!"