"But Clay- you don't understand I-" "Sir." His voice was low. George stilled, his heart beating in his mouth. "...what?" The taller strode forward, rocketing his large hand to wrap tightly around the others pale neck. George gasped for air as his hands grappled to be released. Dream could only smirk sickly, fingers ti...
"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate wa...