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Killer called Dream later. Dream answered. "Hello?"
"I'm outside~"
Dream hung up, only to be texted a second later. 'Thats kinda rude pretty boy'
Oh. Dream knew who it was now. He hissed at the nickname. '"That's kinda rude, Pretty Boy" would be more grammatically correct, Killer.'
'Yeah yeah'
'im actually outside tho'
'What.'
'"What?" would be more grammatically correct dream'
'Shut up and tell me why you're outside.' He called Killer and looked out the window. Sure enough, Killer was down by the tree, grinning up at Dream.
"Oh, y'know. To seduce you perhaps~? Maybe I want your di-"
Dream hung up.
Killer seemed to pout, making Dream smirk. 'I can't help you up from here.'
'Then come down here'
Dream was a little taken aback. He closed his blinds, making Killer think he just got 'rejected.' Then Dream texted back. 'Okay.' He was left on read.
Killer saw Dream a minute later. "Hey-"
"If you plan to fuck, too bad, we're not doing shit in the garden."
"I'm not, don't worry."
"Hm, good." He slumped against the tree.
"How's your brother?"
Dream scoffed, gritting his teeth. "He won't come out of his room," He sighed. "But I'm sure they're just watching movies. They were also listening to music, so I guess it's fine."
However, Dream didn't know that they had put on movies and music on loud volume to drown out the noises of the night's main event.
"Pff, I bet they're making out-"
"Stop talking." He glared.
"Heh, alright." He took a step closer to Dream.
"Also, how did you get my number?" He hissed.
"I called myself with your phone and saved the contact." He wrapped an arm around Dream, who, surprisingly, didn't complain.
"Ah, alright." In fact, Dream wrapped an arm around Killer. Killer flinched. "Something wrong?"
"Nno."
"Then why'd your voice slur?"
"It's nothing."
". . . If you say so." He pulled away, but Killer just latched onto his arm. Dream chuckled and held onto him back.
"Can we go to your room?" He stretched a little, pressing himself closer to Dream.
"Of c- yeah, sure."
"Hehe~ thanks~" Killer kissed his jaw.
"We're outside. . ."
"And?" To further prove his point, Killer took Dream's hand and walked inside.
"Well, what if a neighbor saw us."
"Fuck them then."
"No- nevermind." He shook his head. He took Killer up to his room.
"Sooo, how're you?" Killer asked while sitting crisscrossed on the bed.
"Bad. You have your shoes, even worse, in my room on my bed."
Killer laughed. He took them off. "There."
