.: The Tides have changed :.

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Dream held George in his arms, looking around before walking onto deck.
"Okay.. maybe I can simply- take you to my room." He didn't want anyone to argue.
"And we can rest."

George looked around in curiosity, softly smiling.
"Mhm." He pulled his upper half onto dreams shoulder- looking around.

"George!" Dream silently whispered.
"Stop that!" He tried not to laugh.. watching the brunette.

As Dream was about to make his way towards the door- he was stopped...

"So..? What is your plan?"

Dream soon turned back, seeing Wilbur crossing his arms.
"Heh- well you see." He stood up straight.
"I'm uh... testing- George's scales... seeing how- water.. proof...? They are..?"

George just got distracted, looking up at the starry night sky.
"Pretty.." he hummed.

"Really??" Wilbur cocked a brow.
"Y'know how the crew feels about this." He rolled his eyes, nudging his head.
"We don't want him roami-"

"He was roaming, he was swimming out in the ocean." Dream said in a firm tone.
"He's a merman.. he needs to swim." He wanted George to still feel free.

"He's not a merman... he's a siren." Wilbur said firmly back.
"His voice is a threat to everyone!" He pointed around the ship.
"You know this!"

"And? He's allowed to speak?" Dream held George in his arms, scrunching his nose faintly.. trying not to get annoyed.

"The crew would prefer if he doesn't talk.. or we put some sort of muzzle on him." Wilbur nor the crew trusted George... only ponk trusted him.

George's gaze softened, frowning as he looked down- a muzzle? Isn't that for wild animals? He hasn't hurt anyone.

Dream looked shocked.
"I'm not putting a fucking muzzle on George, he's a person too!" He grew very upset by this.
"Just because he's different.. doesn't mean we can be rude to him!"

"That means everything Dream!" Wilbur said in a firm and hoarse tone.
"He is a monster from a sea... and you are a human from the surface." He crossed his arms.
"The two dont mix!"

Dream just grew furious and walked towards his room.. making his way inside.
"I've had enough." He used his foot to kick the door closed.
"Cmon George."

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Dream placed George down on the bed carefully making his way over towards his clothes.
"God.." he mumbled.

George's gaze sorrowed.. Wilbur was right- they didn't belong together- they were two different creatures.

"I'm sorry about Wilbur.." Dream changed his shirt.. wearing something cleaner.
"He's just being an ass." He mumbled.

George placed his hand on his collar bone... was his voice that hated by everyone...? He just wanted.. to make friends..

"He can be a bit of a dick sometimes.." Dream continued to have his back turned to George.
"So just ignore him." He mumbled.

George looked back at the window, slowly making his way towards the open view of the ocean... sitting on the window ledge.

He sat up..- looking at the top window..maybe fresh air might help him..

George carefully moved himself up, opening the top window before sitting down.

Dream briefly jumped when he heard the window open, slowly glancing over to see George looking out the window..