Perception {Dreamnotfound}

3 | Nice To Meet You | 3

-George's POV-

"Alright..."

Dream stretches his arms before him, clearing his throat as if he's preparing for a speech. "My name is Dream. I'm 20, and I've been travelling on my own for a while. Almost nobody knows what I look like under this mask." He points to the smiley face.

"Or what my real name is. I'm known as Dream. Oh, and my favourite colour is green."

I nod, slowly taking in the information as I've learnt to over the years. Observing is important, especially when you need to hunt someone down. Currently, I've not even encountered my target once.

"Ok then. My name is George, and I'm 23. I've been travelling alone for as long as I can remember. I'm currently trying to track down my target, but still need to retrieve their profile from the hub."

Dream nods, appearing to be smiling beneath his mask. "And your favourite colour?"

I was trying to avoid that...

"I'm... colourblind" I mutter quietly. "But of the few colours I can see, I like... I think it's blue?" I tug my shirt, indicating towards it. "Like this."

"Oh." Dream stares blankly at me, with a sad look in his eyes. I hate that look, it's like pity.

"Don't pity me" I spit a little too unkindly. "It's all I've ever known, it's not like I've ever seen colours properly in the first place."

He signs, looking away in embarrassment. "Sorry... it's just... that's really sad...."

Awkward silence.

"So... you couldn't tell I was blonde, or that my eyes were green?" I shake my head slowly. He gasps with a look so upset I regret telling him I'm colourblind in the first place. "Oh my god I'm so stupid..." he mutters to the floor.

"That's ok, you couldn't tell."

Dream recoils into himself, suddenly losing the confidence he had merely a few minutes ago. Confidence or arrogance, I'm still not sure which.

"Alright then..." he drawls, wrapping and unwrapping the bandages around his hands for no apparent. "Stop that!" I yell upon realising. "You'll get the bandages all bloody!"

He probably smirks, pushing the blonde hair away from his face as he pulls his hood back over it. I watch him nervously, a little upset that I can't see his face.

"You miss my pretty hair? I know, it's gorgeous, but the world can only handle so much beauty at once."

I roll my eyes, a blush creeping across my pale face. "Oh my god you're so obnoxious. Give me those-"

Just as I lunge for the bandages he still hasn't let go of, Dream turns away. Facing away from me, he quickly pulls out his blade and slices through something.

When he turns back to face me, the mask is smaller. His mouth is now visible, enabling me to distinguish his emotions a little more. A couple freckles are visible over the bottom of his cheeks.

That's so cute...

"Better Georgie?" he asks smugly, returning his blade to its' holder. "Stop calling me that!" I protest, snagging the bandages out of his hands. "Why are you so comfortable with this? We've only just met!"

Dream's face scrunches in confusion. "What do you mean? We're just talking, it's not like a walked up to you and asked for a kiss."

Bloody spots litter the bandages where he held them, causing me to scowl. Careless, and reckless to save someone he doesn't know. "Pfft. I'm not your soulmate idiot. Save your kisses for them."