hyper realism,, dream

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tuesday, 29ₜₕ july 2020

"oh come on dream! just tell me!"

an exasperated sigh escapes the petite girl. she wasn't one to get mad easily, especially over dumb things like this. but, god, oh god, he wasn't making it easy.

"no!" dream chuckled on the other side of the call which they had been connected to for just over two hours now. his green eyes shone bright against the golden hour, sly smile never leaving his freckled face.

kate pinched the bridge of her nose, getting aggravated. "just fucking tell me what you want for your birthday!" she exclaimed, her tone still being on the lighter side.

"i already told you like a million times! It's nothing!" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his navy-blue t-shirt.

"clay, i will literally curb stomp you and shit on your corpse, just tell me!" a groan escaped her lips by the end of that threat. aimlessly scrolling trough his twitter accounts to find anything remotely interesting to be an idea for his birthday present.

"woah- that was a threat" a deep chuckle escaped him" but there's nothing i want. so leave it." soft was the only word you could use to describe his tone. he knew she wanted to do something for him, get him a nice present since both of them felt very close even after the short period of knowing each other.

furrowing her eyebrows her brain scrambles for an idea. suddenly, dream could hear a gasp coming from his headphones "i got it! i know what to get you! give me your address." reaching for her phone to open the notes app, the proud smile never leaves her face, neither does the one on dreams. he was happy she thought of something to gift him, all on her own.

"to doxx me?" his voice held an impish tone, gaze rested at his fingernails as he picked his cuticles

"yeah." her reply held no joking tone that he had to double check, his gaze instantly snapping back to her discord icon.

"i- you- what- you fucking what?" he blurts out hastily, the only response being her uncontrollably laughter.

"y-you actually thought i wanted your address to doxx you!? clay i need it to send you your gift!" the boy felt stupid for thinking that, but trusting is an issue he deals with daily. scrunching his face in embarrassment he feels the tips of his ears slightly warm, yet he tells her his address.

quickly recovering from that.. moment.. he inquires "so, whatcha getting me?" his smile returns, which is rare, since it almost never leaves when he's doing anything relating her.