A Demonic Dance

Chapter Fifteen: Voila

That night George did indeed let Dream back into his bed, and the nights again after that. And although Dream had his annoying qualities, many, many of them. George found himself often enjoying the weird males company, even if he was just absolutely pissing him off.

Somehow Dream coming to him seemed so seem less and less of an excuse to be rid of the nightmares, and more of a thing the two males had decided they just couldn't really go without.

Even now, not even in Georges bed the two found themselves often sleeping together, if George had passed out on the sofa Dream would often snuggle down next to him, if he fell asleep in a voice call with SapNap, cramped up in his gaming chair, he would find himself awake in much more of a comfortable position then he fell asleep in, having been scooped up by the Demon to be more comfortable.

This time however the two boys had both found themselves cuddled up in their chairs sleeping, Dreams head lolling off his chair in a position that looked ungodly uncomfortable, the small wicker chair way to small for his lanky body.

George ran his eyes over the Demon next to him, his eyes also skirting down to the chair beneath him. He had no idea how it was even still standing, or where the demon had even found it, but he had, and he'd decided it should reside next to Georges gaming chair, meaning he could sit beside the human and watch him doing his work without being completely barred from the room.

He had no clue where he got the idea from, but the story went a bit like this:

It had been a few days since Dreams stunt during his stream, and with him only really streaming every other day (sometimes less), the rest of his time was spent either thinking of ideas for streams and videos, or coding the plugins to his ideas.

Both of which meant Dream was allowed to into the room as he worked, as long as he didn't talk too much, which surprisingly Dream was quite content with. The one problem  however was he could never seem to find a place to sit.

He started off longing around on Georges bed: splayed out, stretched out, sitting up, lying down. He soon got bored of that though with the excuse that he couldn't see what George was doing.

After that he just kinda stood behind George ominously, but that ended up creeping the human out to no end, also something Dream also soon got tired of.

Next came Dreams period of just plonking himself on the floor, every 5 minutes shuffling around to find more of a comfortable position that could aid his boredom.

At one point he decided to plonk his stupid arse right behind Georges chair so by the time he went to shuffle his chair a bit he'd completely forgotten about the quiet male and rammed into him.

So that also became big nono.

There was only one failed attempt of Dream trying to sit on the arm of Georges chair, despite how many times George has told him it was a catastrophic idea he'd tried it anyway and well, I don't think you really need explanation.

Let's just say Dream didn't try it again.

Then came... the chair.

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George sat in his chair, hunched over at his computer as he began coding the next plugin for him and SapNap's next video. They were doing a video where they would be teleported 10 blocks in to the air every minute. He was trying to get it done before he started logged onto Minecraft, Wilbur (another British on the SMP) had arranged something that he was supposed to log on for in around half an hour or so.

And it was strangely quiet.

Looking around he realised that it was because Dream wasn't in the room. Not on the bed, not on the floor.