A Demonic Dance

Chapter Seven: HOLY FU-

Today wasn't the first time George had been dive bombed by birds. You'd be suprised to know that in England it was quite a common occurrence.

He'd been around 10 at the time, at a park with his friends when a group of red kites had dived down on them and they all hid under the climbing frame, he remembered how quiet they'd been, trying to catch a glance of the large birds of prey, watching through the planks of wood as the birds fought over some unseen item of food.

That had been fun. Him and his friend had talked about it for months.

But in this situation here. There was a lot more birds. And there was no climbing frame to hide under.

"HOLY FU—"

George braced for the impact of feathers and beaks but instead felt the weirdly light impact of concrete against his back and a slight weight on top of him.

The British man groaned, blinking his eyes open to find he was on the ground, the birds far away from them on the other side of the square they'd been chasing them in

But- how?

"Wow I'm really on a roll today, first I save you from your nightmares, then a bunch of vicious seagulls?"

George looked upwards to see the smiling face of his Demon companion leaning over him, his body pinned down by the others.

"Beginning to think you summoned me here to be your fairy godmother not your evil demon."

George just rolled his eyes in response, moving to try get off the floor before being heavily reminded he was being pinned down by Dream, an arm on either side of his head, strands of the blondes hair tickling his nose.

"Dream get off me." George huffed, placing his hands on the Demons chest in an attempt to try push him off, which of course would have usually worked. Except it didn't, because Dream is a Demon, and with demons, nothing's normal.

"Nope, not until you say it." Dream had that dumb smirk on his face, the one which George would later realise meant that he had an idea, and that he wasn't going to give up till he got what he wanted.

"First off, you did not just save me."

"I beg to differ."

"And second, say what?"

"Umm, thank you?" Dream scoffed.

"Thank you for what? Ruining my life?!?"

"Oh come on now, do you really view me that lowly."

"Yes, now get off!" George complained again, growing more readily conscious of the extremely confused looks they were getting from passerbyers.

"Not till you say it Georgie." Dream hummed, enjoying the shorter's discomfort.

"Dream. No. Please. Get off." George begged, giving Dream a hearty shove as he tired to roll out of the others embrace.

"Oh no, it appears I'm slipping." Dream said sarcastically before flopping down onto George.

"OH MY LORD YOUR SO HEAVY GET OFF. DREAAAAM!" Georgie cried through Dreams laughter. "Okay alright thank you!"