A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirteen: Dream, get out

"You're short." The demonic male stated, towering over George before unceremoniously walking out the room, leaving George staring at him confused.

He never understood the demon and he didn't think he ever actually would, to be honest he still didn't know why he was even still trying to understand it's complicated ways of displaying affection, not that the statement could even be called one of affection.

Shaking his head he turned to his closet, changing quickly, throwing on a casual shirt and trousers and a gray hoodie on top. The cold English weather was slowly sinking in and he knew he would end up needing it later.

After that he quickly opened up the team speak app, joining SapNap's call before logging onto Minecraft and beginning to set up twitch.

"Hi George." SapNap called as George sat down in his chair, putting on his headset and starting to turn on his mic.

"Hi SapNap." He replied back, looking around for where on his desk he'd put his camera.

His desk wasn't messy per say, it was just unorganised. His computer layout was good, he has his keyboard, two monitors and some other games stuff he couldn't be bothered to list, a spare keyboard somewhere at the back of his room.

But otherwise his desk was full of an organised mess of books, paper, the odd pen or so, and somewhere in the mess he'd put his camera.

He'd never managed to feel safe just leaving it in its usual spot, not with his bed being in view of the camera, it just gave him the creeps, so instead he would take it off and often put it somewhere stupid he'd most definitely forget the location of.

"You almost ready George." SapNap called as George positioned his camera in its spot.

"Yeah yeah, so we're pranking Bad today, right?" He replied, going back to his computer to pull up twitch and prepare the strseam

"Yup, we're gunna do some of building that weird ass building thing first though right?" He added on, also setting up a stream on his side of the call.

"Ywah, I remember— " he started before his attention being brought away to a plate being placed next to him, he gave it a slight glance, barely processing its contents at first before having to take another look. "Wait why have you just given me 6 plain weetabix..." George asked, a look of pure confusion on his face. Since when did he even have weetabix in his cupboard. It wasn't till after the weetabix revaluation however did he realise Dream must indeed be in his room to give him... weetabix.

"Wha— wait why are you in here get out!" He half screeched, going to stand up in his chair as he turned to Dream.

"Hey George, what's happening?" SapNap asked, sounding confused as hell. "Georg-"

He was cut off as George took his headset off, standing up and shoving Dream. "Why don't you have a shirt on!" He squealed, his cheeks flushing up as he pushed against Dreams chest. He'd seen it a multitude of time since the beach, and although he still didn't like seeing at the scars on his chest he was getting slightly used to bumping into a shirtless Dream, that however didn't mean the flush that currently crept up his cheeks would ever stop making an appearance, much to his annoyance.

"Just, shoo." Is what he decided on saying as Dream stood stubbornly in the middle of his room, he could hear SapNap faintly asking confused questions, none of them comprehensible however due to how quiet it was.

"Can I at least get changed first?" The shirtless male asked, not answering any of Georges questions

"If I let you will you leave?" George asked, a hint of begging in his voice.