.: The Tides have changed :.

.:13:.

Dream brushed his sleeves as he walked into the captains quarters.
"I'm back George- are you awake?" He looked over- soon noticing the room was empty.
"George....?"

He grew confused as he walked back out, looking around for any sign of George.... He wasn't in here..?

Dream looked around, not being able to find the brunette.
"Where did he go?" He hummed, walking around.
"George..?"

After a few moments, Dream noticed ponk walking out from the lower deck.

"Oh! Ponk." Dream walked towards the smaller, he must know where George is.
"Is George with you?" He hummed.
"I think he's wandering around."

Ponk glared at dream, scoffing.
"I do, but he doesn't want to be around you right now." He crossed his arms.
"Not for awhile at least."

Dream looked puzzled underneath his mask.
"What? Why?" He tilted his head.

"He's probably gonna be rather busy for awhile judging by all the work he has now." Ponk frowned.. he knew George was probably going to decode his journal.
"And I don't think he wants you pestering him."

"Ponk what are you on about? Is George alright?" Dream was very confused what was going on.
"Did he hurt himself on the ship??"

"No, you hurt him Dream ." Ponk pointed at dreams chest.
"He heard what you said about him too Sapnap.. that he was some tool and you didn't care about him." He said firmly.
"He's in his actual room now on the ship."

Dream felt his stomach drop.
"He heard-" he got cut off.

"He did." Ponk said firmly.
"I knew you were an ass- but to stoop so low to play with someone's feelings..? That's too far" He rested his hands on his chest.
"George seemed to have really liked you too, and he was a nice person too."

Dream was about to speak- but no words came out.

Ponk frowned, soon walking away.
"You better fix this." He mumbled.
"Ass."

Dream watched as ponk walked away before looking at the stairs.. This is not good.
"Nono-" he made his way towards down stairs.

.: George and Dream POV :.

George held dreams folded clothes in his arms, sniffling.
"There.." he mumbled.
"Dreams clothes and the journal.."

He made his way to the door, but once he opened it.. He instantly saw the familiar blonde about to knock..

"Oh-" Dream slowly lowered his arm.
"Hi-"

George stared at Dream, feeling his art ache.
"Oh- uh.. yeah- Here you go..." he held out dreams clothes, letting the journal rest on top.
"I'll.. I'll decode the journal- I'll have it done.. hopefully by the end of the week."

Dream carefully picked up the journal from George.
"George-" he muttered.
"Don't decode it..."

George lightly shook his head.
"No- no.. you were right, I am a tool.." he mumbled.
"I should be used as a benefit to help you all.. that's why you wanted me"

"George,"
Dream rested his hand on George's shoulder.
"Don't listen to me... okay?" He spoke softly.
"I had my reasonings of saying it to sapnap... but I don't want you to decode this, okay..?"

George didn't trust Dreams words.
"No- I will decode it... it's what you want-" he mumbled.
"I will do it."

Dream walked passed George towards the window, holding the journal.
"No george." He tossed the journal out the open window.
"It's not what I want, and this proves I don't want you too."