Texts • DreamNotFound

that was hot

After dream snaps on stream December 3rd, 2020

"Tommy, okay, listen. You fucked up this time."

George sat at his desk. Arms pulled to hold his knees to his chest, a warm blanket wrapped around him. He wasn't really involved with the lore. He didn't really care for it. But he found himself watching this, sitting here all morning, intrigued with Dream's character since he woke up an hour ago.

George hadn't expected Dream to cuss, though, and he had to admit: it was rather attractive.

"Dream, Dream, don't swear, please," Tommy said with a meek chuckle, his fear reverberating through the screen.

George set his chin onto his knees, laying his head down, not expecting the next words Dream was about to speak.

"No. No, no, no, no. I. don't. give. a. fuck... about spirit."

George's eyes widened, pulling his head up to pay more attention.

"I don't care about anything actually- I care about your discs."

George swallowed.

Dream was yelling now.

"I care more about your disks than you do! That's the only thing I care about on the server- actually."

George looked away from the screen, chuckling and shaking his head at his own smirk that so undoubtedly came from Dream's aggression. He internally scolded himself.

"I don't care about Spirit. Spirit was my horse- died- ages ago. I care about your discs, cause that's what gives me power over you and your friends, everybody that you care about. Cause you care about your disc, more than anyone else here."

George bit his lip and giggled.

Dream raised his voice yet again, making his mic co crackly with the volume.

"So, if YOU are not EXILED-"

His voice went calm again.

"-from L'amanburg, I will build these walls until they reach this block limit. I will keep everybody inside."

George had already picked up his phone. He couldn't help but want to tease Dream about it.

Dream continued to yell until shortly after, leaving the voice call, he exited from the stream and ran away with his's character.

George giggled at the text message in his typed box. He pressed send.

> That was hot
12:43

It took a while for Dream to respond, but when he did, it was priceless.

>> george
come on

George typed out his next response, the smile creeping back on his face.

> It was
12:52

>> so nowwww you wanna be bold

> Maybe I do

This was the kind of flirting they usually did; random texts, short comments.

>> you're such an idiot

George decided to joke about it some more.

> So the only things you care about are the discs..?
Something isn't adding up... is it dreammmm

He raises an eyebrow and smiles, already picturing Dream's expression on the other end.

>> hmmm
12:57

George was feeling sassy today.

> Don't wanna answer?
That's fine
1:00

>> george you're like a different person lmao

> No not really

George was now feeling... bold.

> I'm just nudging the line
1:02

>> everyone's catching on
1:04

> I mean, they knew before we did

>> i knew before they did

> Oh?

George felt his chest fill with warmth. Dream doting on him just made him feel giddier.

>> i like it when you're bold

> Hmm

>> mimicking me now?

> I would never

>> keep talking to me like this

> Hmm idk dream

George knew what he could say next. He wanted to say what he was thinking. But was it too past their line? Oh, wait. "Nudging the line..." Here went nothing.

> You called me a bottom.

The text bubble appeared and then disappeared. Seconds ticked by.

>> i'm not wrong

George impulsively looked away when he saw it, cheeks warm and smile plastered onto his expression. He shook his head, chuckling, and typed his reply.

> dream
read 1:12 pm