Love is like a delicate duel (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 11

Techno sent Eret his address right when he dismissed from the school. Now it was around 4:30 and he was finishing cleaning his bathroom and tidying up his bedroom.

He scrubbed vigorously at stubborn gunk on the side of his tub. He took the bath mats out of the dryer, hung up a new towel for when he needed to dry his hair later, brought out the bucket of hair supplies and plopped it on his toilet seat. Everything was probably good now.

A ring of the door bell had him scurrying over to the entryway after being in his kitchen trying to figure out what to make for supper.

"Uh hi," Techno fully opened the door to greet Eret, "Dream, what the fuck are you doing at my house," he deadpanned.

"Well since you asked," Dream stepped into Techno's house and slid around him, inviting himself into the pinkette's humble abode, "Eret said he needed a favor since he couldn't help out with whatever you need."

"That doesn't make any sense, we only made the plans yesterday," Techno checked his phone, seeing a text from Eret that read:

—Today 4:45pm—

hey, Techno. Sorry I can't help you redye your hair. I found you a replacement that I think could also make for an interesting outcome and some fun conversations. Your hair's gonna look great!! Have fun (sorry for short notice).

How dare.

This would be alright if it wasn't him.

:)

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He clicked his phone off with a sigh. Getting this over and done with as soon as possible was the best decision since he still needed to dye his hair.
He swiftly walked away towards the bathroom and apparently the blonde does have a smidge of common sense, because he actually followed Techno with little delay.

"Mind telling me why you are escorting me to your bathroom?" Dream asked, peaking into the small room.

"Oh, come on don't act scared of my bathroom. We're dying my hair," Techno said, annoyance lacing his words.

"Oh no! But I'm shaking in my boots," the blonde laughed. This guy can be really fucking annoying, "so that does mean no sex then?"

"You are such a man whore. That thing in the field, was stupid. We were tipsy, drunk if you will. It was nothing," Techno explained, grabbing a stool out of the hall closet.

"Uh huh. Sure. Let me know when you actually start believing that."

"I do," he sat down on the stool and mixed up the hair dye. Without bothering to acknowledge the eye roll from Dream he continued, "alright so I really just need you to get the back of my head,"he said, applying globs of hair dye to his front pieces after sectioning out his hair.

"For now you can just sit on the toilet seat until I get to that part. When you're doing the back don't be shy with the hair dye. I'm not letting you fuck up my hair by making the color uneven, cover all of my hair. But don't get a ton of hair dye on my neck."

"Alright, your majesty. Is that it?" Dream mocked.

"Hey. Don't mess around with my hair, alright? This is a serious matter," and Techno truly was being serious. He would rather sound extra and dramatic to Dream than walk around with uneven coloring and fucked up roots.

"Alright, alright. I understand," and with that Dream sat there, seemingly patient for a moment, but of course that can only last for so long.

"So," Dream started, not really having anything particular to say. Being a very antsy boy meant he had to think of something to do or say, poke and prod. "Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only ten I see." Why the fuck cringey pickup lines is what came to mind as "small talk" no one knows. It usually worked on Sapnap. They'd have a few laughs and maybe a small competition of sorts. Techno was... definitely not Sapnap.

He sat there for a moment. Just a moment, to think about what the fuck he just heard. It wasn't as much shocking as it was a "just why" kind of thing. I mean it was expected from someone like Dream, though he didn't think he'd be the one getting told it. Ultimately he decided to not let stupid shit like Dream ruin his therapeutic hair dying session. All he did in response was do a classic slow head turn towards Dream with a blank expression holding a hint of "I want to murder you, but you're not worth it".

On Dream's end the decision to "not try that for a while" was made. Though that meant nothing, because in Dream's head "a while" could be a mere 30 minutes (or 5, ADHD hits hard).

Dream rocked back and forth on the toilet seat, hearing the material slide around and hit the back of the toilet each time. Techno was getting annoyed. The random noises were fucking annoying.

The blonde stood up with a loud annoying screech he insists on making each time he stretches and walked over to Techno.

"May I help you with something?" Techno asked.

"Boop," Dream poked his index finger to Techno's cheek.

"Bruh"

Dream started laughing, because followed by Techno's short line was an "adorable" frown. His face didn't look as hard and stern. It lasted only a few seconds, but of course the blonde would notice it. His continuous giggles had him feeling dizzy and resulted to leaning against Techno for support. The pinkette straightened his back out and tried to stand tall even though the blonde had caught him off guard with the physical touch.

Dream grabbed onto Techno's arm, pausing for a millisecond because he couldn't help but notice the pinkette's biceps. The other looked down at the blonde and eventually he let go.

"So can I help now?"

"No."

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A/N: um yeah it's been a while. I'm really sorry. All the things I used to love and like my hobbies are becoming very difficult to do and enjoy. I wanted to make a long chapter, but I really count and I didn't want this to sit in my drafts any longer. Maybe posting will motivate me more. I'll start working on the next chapter rn. I love you guys, please comment and vote to give me motivation and spread the story.