.: A feather in tranquil waters :.

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After awhile Dream finally returned.. in new clothes and brought more clothes and bandages for George.

Dream bandaged George's arms, softly smiling as he looked at George's arm.
"Here." He mumbled.

"You were fast at getting the clothes.." George looked down at the poet shirt that was tucked into a thin back of.. some sort of dark blue tight fabric material...

"Mhm.." Dream faintly scoffed.
"I am a griffin.. I can fly through the air like it's nothing." He made sure the bandages were on properly.
"I'm fast."

"Well.. I like the outfit..." George looked at dreams outfit.. seeing the tight-fitted white button up shirt..
"It's nice.." he looked up at dreams mask.

Dream rolled his eyes, standing up.
"Come on, they are waiting for us." He held his hand out.. wanting George to take his hand.
"Let's go."

"Are you sure it's okay..?" George stood up, taking dreams hand.
"Your crew... is interesting.." he held dreams hand.
"And I'm-"

"Yeahh- but It rubs off." Dream nudged his head.
"Come on" he let George's hand go..
"Let's go."

George watched as Dream walked ahead... soon feeling a tad bit anxious..
"Dream.. I have a question." He softly spoke.

"Hm?" Dream glanced back, tilting his head to the side.

"Well.. a few actually." George mumbled, looking down at the ground.
"A few questions.."

"Go on?" Dream backed up, soon walking beside George.

"Why did you want the potion so bad..?" George tilted his head to the side... was this some- trick so Dream could some how still use the potion..?

"To be honest.." Dream rubbed the back of his head.
"I just wanted it cause I thought I could catch a fair penny for it or rub it in another crews face." He shrugged.

"Another crew...?" George furrowed his brows.

"Well-.. more like a group of thieves....we've always had a rival going on." Dream soon looked ahead.
"We've never liked each other, and if I some how got something of value from them.. I'd have the upper hand." He continued walking.

George furrowed his brow.
"The group I came from....?" He spoke in a concerning tone.

"Most likely yes." Dream looked at his hands, humming softly as he made sure he had no cuts.
"The boss is quite the prick.."

George's fins pinned back.
"You realize that's my father you are talking about." He scrunched his nose.
"Right???"

It took Dream a moment to realize.

Dreams eyes widened as he went silent, faintly clearing his throat as he rubbed the back of his head.

George glared at dream, waiting for a response.
"You are digging a hole bigger for yourself." He grumbled, growling faintly.
"Y'know that."

"Hehe.." Dream looked over at George.
"Well- that's just a plus?" He saw the annoyed look.

George had an unimpressed look... scrunching his nose.

"But too be fair.. your dad is a piece of shit." Dream patted the top of George's head.
"I'm glad you aren't like him." He smiled softly.

"Yeah.. my dad is a piece of shit." George sighed, nodding his head.
"But being with the pirate that's been causing my family so much trouble fixes it." He glanced at Dream.

Dream had a happy look on his face, smiling happily.
"Pfft.." he found it funny.

George let out a soft chuckle... he isn't so bad... dreams just a big softy once you get to know him.
"Let's hurry to your friends... let's not keep them waiting.."