💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter five || gaming session

Art by @SadPigeon5 on Twitter

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Vincent had woken up a couple hours later to turn off the stream, since it was absolute chaos at this point.

After that he had just went back to sleep against Dream, since he didn't want to wake up just yet. Sleep was a thing he commonly ignored, after all.

Dream on the other hand had woken up multiple times to find Vincent curled up against his shoulder, but he didn't mind. He actually found it quite adorable of the French man.

Plus, they said 'no homo', so it definitely wasn't gay at all. It was fine. Those two words made everything all good.

The dirty blonde-haired male smiled. He was pretty much Vincent's pillow at the moment and he didn't really mind, after all, the French man probably didn't realise it.

Except, Vincent knew what was happening and he would never admit how comfy Clay really was, but hey, that's just him. He's a living French tsundere- so it's his job.

Vincent had to pretend to sleep as Clay sat up, making the French man slip onto the pillows beneath him. Vincent was a bit upset over this, but pretended to not be awake.

Clay on the other hand looked back at the French man before grabbing his phone to check social media as usual.

Vincent soon after began to 'wake up', rubbing his eyes and grabbing his glasses.
"Morning.."
He mumbled in his usual French accent.

"Actually, afternoon. We slept in a bit. It's almost noon- I mean."
Clay corrected himself, stumbling a bit on words.

"So, sleeping beauty, how was your sleep?"
Clay grinned mischievously at Vincent, who turned away calmly.
"Oh, It was good. But don't call me that."

"Aight.."
Dream sighed, laying his head back down on the pillows as he continued to scroll on his phone as usual.

"Why are you on your phone so much?"
The French man asked, squinting as he tried to read what Clay was doing.

Clay immediately moved his phone away from Vincent's vision, looking at the French man.
"Oh uh.. just looking through twitter, that's all."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off, standing up.
"Wanna do anything, Smiley?"
He asked.

"Well, I don't know. Up to you, if I were to be completely honest."
Dream said as a serious answer for once, unlike his few flirty remarks he usually shoves in.

"Hm. Minecraft?"

"I don't have my computer on me, Frenchie."

"One, okay. Two, stop calling me that."

"Okay, boo."

The French man honestly would've quit real life if he could.
"I'm done. I'm done."

"Alright, I can live with that. Love yoU~~"
Clay giggled, a smile spreading across his face quickly as he looked at Vincent, to his surprise the French man looked a bit red.

"I--uh.. huh?"
Vincent replied, looking at the dirty blonde. Did he hear that correctly? If so, definitely a joke. Yeah.

"Oh, fine then, Frenchie."

"Smiley."
The French man retorted, crossing his arms. After a monent of hesitation, he stood up and went to the door.
"Come on, let's get some.. 'breakfast' then. I also need to feed the cat."

"Alright then. Sounds good to me. I'm starving!"

"Yeah, we didn't even eat anything. Except I had a few snacks before you came barging in."

"I did NOT barge in!"

"Oui. You did."

"Whateverrr.. I'm hungry!"

"Okay, Hyper Smile."

Clay was in the hallway at this point, crouching down to give Ian some attention.
"What's with all the nicknames, huh?"

"I- ...let's just get our.. food."
Vincent started to walk to the kitchen, trying to dodge that question. He waa hungry, and honestly too lazy to come up with a valid explanation.

"Okay, Fwench mwan~"
Clay joked, picking up Ian who just became a liquid in his arms, relaxing all spread out like a fluffy vegetable.

"Hold up- a6dork, have you realised that cats are liquids?"

"That's... not possible, Clay."

"But! They meet all standards! They take the form of their container, and like to melt on the floor-- WAIT! They leave fur behind which takes away a little part of their mass!!"
Clay went rambling on, which annoyed the fluffy cat so he sprang out of his arms to get the food his owner had only just placed down.

Vincent then got a long tall cardboard box thing with food in it from the shelf, and made two bowls of cereal. He poured some milk on the top and nudged one of the bowls in Clay's direction.

"Here, some cereal."
The French man sighed, taking his cereal and walking over to the couch, where he began to shove spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth.

Clay stared at the bowl for a couple of seconds, before taking the bowl and following Vincent like any other person would, sitting exactly beside him.
"I thought you ate baguettes for breakfast but okay."

Vincent glared at the male in the green hoodie as he finished his mouthful of cereal.
"I take offens-"

"Aww, yeah yeah, how about we play minecraft after this?"
Clay replied, cutting off the French man.

Vincent just rolled his eyes, continuing to eat his cereal and trying not to react to Clay who kept bumping their knees together.
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After both of them finished their 'breakfast, they decided to mess around in a minecraft world, taking turns playing. It was mostly just Clay making the French man rage with small teases, which, one of them failed resulting in them being exploded by a creeper.

"Aw man."
Clay whispered as Vincent's minecraft character blew up, showing the 'you died!' screen.

"Oh my god, why did you do that!?"
Vincent looked with a frustrated face at Dream, who only just grinned, clicking the respawn button.

"Ookay..let's build a house after we get our stuff back."
Clay said, focusing on the game in front of him.

Their house was a small place in a hill, with a crafting table, a furnace, a chest, and a bed. The usual starter base.

What the French man didn't know though, is that Clay was going to make the most unsatisfying house ever.

He started with outlining the house with dirt, which Vincent didn't mind, thinking he was just raising the ground up.

Ten minutes later and the French man was arguing with the blonde in the green hoodie.

"WHY!?"
The male with the French accent screeched.

"Because dirt is cool, Frenchie."

Vincent scoffed, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long sip from it, before placing it down again.

Clay, being the living gay he is, picked up the exact water bottle and drank out of it with a straight face.

"No homo, but indirect kiss, French man."
Dream winked at Vincent, who was quite much, speechless, unable to find what to reply with.

"I- you-"
The French man just stared at Clay, as the blonde in the green hoodie moved his face closer to Vincent's face, only inches apart.

Dream gave the French man a quick peck on the cheek.

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