.: The Tides have changed :.

.:19:.

George laid in the bed, having his tail lean off the edge of the bed.
"I hate people." He growled, peaking his head out from under the blanket.
"There mean and cruel."

Dream rolled his eyes, locking the door.
"Yeah yeah, me too." He looked over at George.
"Your lucky I came and got you or you'd still be In there."

George scrunched his nose before looking down.
"Lucky me..." he turned his back to Dream... if he wasn't important he would have been left there.

Dream slowly took off his gear as he made his way over towards George.
"Oh- I'm sorry.. that sounded rude- I'm just really tired." He frowned.

"It's okay.. I'm tired too." George muffled underneath the blanket.
"And cold." He grumbled.
"I hate this ship."

Dream sat at the end of the bed.
"We have more blankets, it might help keep you warm whilst you sleep." He poked George at the top of the head, trying to find him underneath the blanket.
"Y'know that?"

George poked his head out from under the blanket.
"Can I please use them?" He smiled.
"Would that be okay with you..?"

Dream rolled his eyes.
"Sure, but I'll have to get them from storage.. is that alright with you?" He nudged his head.
"You'll be alone for a minute or two- so you'll be alone in here."

George was worried for a few moments.
"Just... close the door.." he mumbled.
"I don't want to see the crew yet.."

"Alright George." Dream cupped George's cheeks.
"Only ponk has access in here for right now." He squeezed George's cheeks.

George whined, trying to pull his face away.
"Stoppp-" he groaned.
"No touch- that hurts"

"But Whyy, your so adorable~" Dream squeezed George's cheeks again, making him grumble.
"Now hold on.. I'll be back." He stood up, making his way out of the room.

.: George POV :.

George smiled happily as he laid on the bed, chuckling as he hugged the blanket.
"The ship isn't all to ba-" he caught himself as he began to think.

Why did Dream begin to like him so suddenly- and was just fine with him being a siren- he only saw him once in a tavern.

George always overthought this.. and he didn't want to make Dream upset so he didn't want to ask Dream about it.
"I'll just stay quiet." He didn't quite understand why Dream found him attractive- he was a siren.

He curled into a ball, staring at his arms and tail... why was he so hideous- he was made to pretend to be pretty.

All George wanted is to rip off his scales but just turned over.
"Dumb siren." He grumbled.
"I hate my scales."

He moved around, trying to get comfortable as all he could smell was dreams scent.

"Jesus-" George practically fought his way in the blankets, taking a huge breath of fresh air once he escaped.
"Oh my god..." he gagged.
"It stinks-"

"You alright...?"

George looked up, seeing Dream hold a stack of blankets.
"You stink.." he scrunched his nose.
"A lot.."

Dream rolled his eyes, tossing the blankets on George before closing and locking the door.
"Stop being so dramatic." He hummed.
"I don't stink at all."