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"Fuck, i'm cold." Dream muttered, shivering. Why did he ever go to california? This place was either scorching hot all the time, or foggy and cold. Techno was walking next to him, seeming perfectly fine in the cold weather, and grinned as Dream glared at him. "Well, dreamie-poo? Anything to say? Are you ... feeling anything?" "alright, FINE." Dream hissed. "I'm cold. Very cold. Are you happy now?" Techno nodded, smiling. "I am." he pulled his sweater off, and held it out to dream. Dream looked down at it. "Tech, i don't need-" "you LITERALLY just admitted it was cold. Take it." Dream scoffed, but put the sweater on, shivering at the warmth that surrounded him. And it smelled like techno. He took a second to smell it, before looking up at the pinkette, who was waiting for him. "Alright, alright." he followed techno.
Dream flopped down on his bed, sighing. Today had been fun, yes, but he'd probably never do something like that again. Techno had dragged him to the marina, and they had ran around on the grey beaches. The brunette glanced down, and realized he was still wearing techno's sweater. Oops. but he was too comfy to remove it, so he just laid there, eyes closed. He felt something hard in the pocket of the sweater and pulled it out, frowning. An ipod. Techno still had one of these? He remembered having one when he was like... fifteen. He clicked through it, frowning, and his eyes widened. There was a playlist called "Why is dream so hot it's not fair." quietly, he put his headphones in, and began to listen. Love songs, mostly. Some about wholesome love, some about unrequited love, and some generally inappropriate songs. He paused the playlist, blushing. So... techno loved him. That was new. And yet... it didn't feel wrong. I'll have to talk to him about it. Dream thought, before curling up under the covers, and pressing play again.
