𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

6: 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚

Disclaimers: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of bad home lives
WC: 6,117

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ I LIKE MY FRIENDS HOW I LIKE MY TEA, chapter VI

Tonight was the first room inspection in Dream's time at Cellmoor. The week had ended, or just begun, for all of you people that think the week starts on a sunday, and Dream had to make sure to hide all of his non-permitted things extra well so that the inspectors didn't find them and confiscate them off him. Like always, he had hidden the pocket knife and lighter in his shoes with his gym socks stuffed over it. Surely the inspectors wouldn't be so curious to check the inside of his sneakers, right?

Dream was just sat on his bed with his laptop, slowly typing up the english essay that he had been assigned in class. From time to time, he'd peer up from the device to check on what the inspector was doing and where they were looking. He tried his best not to look so suspicious when he did it though, only glancing up from his keyboard when he pretended to think about what he was going to type next.

Technoblade was sat on his own bed on the other side of the room, completely unbothered that there was an inspector looking through their belongings as they both sat there. He was nose-deep into the story of a Achilles, his reading glasses sat on the end of his nose as he looked down to enjoy every single word. He had probbaly gone through a hundred inspections while he was at Cellmoor, which is why he probably didn't seem to care as much as Dream did. Or maybe it was just because he knew that he had nothing to hide from the school? But there was no way that it was the latter. Technoblade seemed like too much of a secretive person to be completely clean.

Every once in a while, the pink-haired man would look up to glance over at Dream to roll his eyes when he saw that he had kept poking his head over his laptop. It was amusing to Technoblade to watch Dream fidget in such a subtle way, but every time he saw his head poke up from the screen, Techno felt like just walking over to him himself and just straight up telling him not to look so suspicious whenever the inspector is around. He looked like a complete idiot.

The inspector made his way over to one of Technoblade's drawers, neatly shuffling through it all in an attempt to distinguish what was permitted and what was not. He had been lifting up the folded sweaters and t-shirts that were all placed into the cabinet with care. The inspector could feel Technoblade's glare on him whenever he saw that he was shuffling through his clothes a bit too much, not wanting his drawers to be all messed up and skewed by the end of the inspection. Every time he saw that another jacket was being lifted up, he just stared holes into the inspector's skull until the jacket was put back down into its rightful place.

There was the one time where the inspector lifted open one of the drawers, narrowing his eyes when he had caught sight of a plastic candy bag. He picked up the package, staring through the transparent material and opening it up to see that there was nothing left inside. Technoblade just stared at him with an unimpressed look before the inspector had just decided to speak up himself, holding the bag before him with a curious glare.

"Mr Watson, what is this?" He asked, holding up the plastic bag. Technoblade just tiredly stared up at him, his eyebrows were knit to further show his judgement towards the man.

"It's an empty candy bag." He let out a simple mutter, his voice as monotonous as it was every other day. The inspector deadpanned at him, his face completely rid of any sign of humour. "Do you want me to elaborate further?" Techno arched a brow at the adult, keen to let his sarcasm shine through his words.

"What's it doing in your drawer?" He interrogated, unhappy with the tone of Technoblade's responses.

"Taking up space." He snorted, holding his book back up over his eyes so that he could continue reading while the inspector just shot him scathing glances.