Maybe contemplate hell before absolving yourself from it

Take this as a sign: buy lingerie.

"Dream are you seriously reading warrior cats right now?"

Dream looks up. "Sorry, should I be doing something else right now?"

Ink stares at him from across the lunch table, his entire folder of art in front of him. Blue snickers from Dream's side, messaging his boyfriend, or maybe his boyfriend's boyfriend, or maybe his other boyfriend, or maybe his third boyfriend, Dream has no clue. It isn't his business what people do with their polyamorous relationships, especially with the image of his brother in lingerie he caught by accident on Valentine's Day a few weeks ago.

"Well, uh—" Ink stammers, looking down at his tasteful rendition of the Mona Lisa throwing gang signs and wearing gold chains, "I was kind of talking about my interpretation of modern art."

Dream blinks. "Sorry, it was boring." He looks down again, muttering to himself, "oh my god." He sets the book, pages up, on the lunch table, sliding it over to Blue. "Blueberry we should totally write fanfiction about this scene."

Blue looks up at him, looking serious. "Dream you should totally become my fourth boyfriend."

Dream snorts. "Nightmare better be more careful with what he sends to that group chat if I'm in it."

"We should make out," Blue continues.

"Okay, maybe not in front of my modern art—" Ink hurries, quickly gathering his papers with frightening care. Dream catches a paper with a drawing of himself in lingerie. He's never sent Ink a photo of himself in lingerie. They're not even together in any sense of the word. It's a bit weird, but also kind of funny.

"Maybe after we write that fanfic," Dream answers, deadpan.

Across the lunchroom, Horror throws Dust onto a table, shouting in each others' faces. Blue sips chocolate milk, muttering, "I love it when my boyfriends get along."