𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

|𝟚| ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥

Trigger warning: Blood, injuries 

      George huffed. He was miffed he had slipped up and managed to get himself in the hands of the authorities, it was so boring. It certainly wasn't the first time, probably wouldn't be his last, either. Skeppy had been stronger than expected, he should've backed off as soon as that civilian got involved, but noooo. He just had to try and beat him. Credit to the hero though, it had been fun to kick him in the gut, even if his entire body hurt from colliding with the road. A particularly bad scratch ran up his arm, onto his shoulder, red seeping onto the fabric of his sweater and throbbing painfully every time he tried to move it. 

     "We need medical attention on two heroes, one civilian and one—... Villain." The dude talking into what looked like a fancy walkie-talkie paused, looking George up and down. He chuckled. 

     "Like what you see?" He was used to smooth-talking, and the line came as easily as breathing— or summoning a tiny tornado in the palm of his hand. To his surprise, the guard looked away, just slightly flustered. George smirked, knowing exactly what was gonna go down. Flirt with the cop. Become friends with them. Have someone to talk to while waiting for his friends to come pick him up with a jail break.  

      The cop was wearing a smiley face mask covering his entire face, a big dark yellow-ish hoodie (George assumed it was green to non-colourblind people) and black pants. A belt was slung around his waist holstering two bright daggers and a bubbly potion of some sort. He was much taller than George— a fact that annoyed him greatly— and had a muscular build. George's breath caught. That was Dream, the head of PIP. 

    He had just used a pickup line on the leader of a hero agency. 

    Maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all...  

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 

      Clay was not okay. He was caught off guard by that unfairly cute villains comment, and mentally scrambling to keep up with what was going on. Why am I nervous. Why is he not trying to escape. Where are the dang power-blocking handcuffs. 

      "Sooo, you're Dream, right?" He straightened, glancing behind his shoulder to George. The shorter man was still sitting, perfectly chill on the ground. It wasn't suspicious at all that he was just chilling even though he had just got captured by a hero after fighting A6d and Skeppy. 

      "Ye-" Dream cleared his throat. "Yeah. Why?" George snorted. Oh dear, he has no idea how to interact with people. Or maybe because I'm a spooky villain... oOoOo—

      "Why? Because I wanted to know who I'm dealing with. Definitely can't beat you in a fight, so I'll play nice~" Clay knew his face wasn't visible, and was silently thanking whatever higher power existed for that fact. He could tell that his ears were hot, and they were in plain sight, so he shuffled back a bit. George quirked an eyebrow, having noticed the subtle fidgeting, the trying to back away, the obvious shyness. 

      This guy... 

       He really isn't used to someone being forward. 

        So George laid back, his arm hurting like literal hell on the cool pavement. Clay quietly walked over with the handcuffs— They were made out of a mineral called Tericasa, one that blocked anyone from using their powers when touching their skin. 

        "Heyyyy. Hey. Hey. Dreammmm." The lock closed with a clink. 

        "What." He hadn't intended his voice to be as hard as it was, feeling guilt twang in his chest when George winced. He squashed it down, shaking the thought out of his head. 

       "Where are we going?" Dream rolled his eyes. 

        "You're," He leaned over to be just above George, smirk evident in his words, "not in a position to ask questions." It was nice, for Dream at least, to see the gears working in George's head when he comprehended what Dream had said. 

          George's cheeks were dusted with pink, but instead of looking away and admitting his discomposure, he decided to stare directly into the two dots of the smiley face. He let out a small giggle when Dream stood up, far too fast to be considered an empty movement, and another when he sputtered out a 'just get in the car!'. Anyone could tell that the 'oh-so cold' Dream... 

         Was about to warm up to a villain.