𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊
*͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛*
dream drops the key to the store back into his pocket with a nod. "all locked up," he announces.
he turns back, smiling widely at his friends.
"ready?" george asks.
"ready," dream confirms.
they turn, starting the walk towards george's house, where they'd decided to hang out for the evening.
the day hadn't really been anything special thus far- they'd worked, as usual, sold some bits and bobs, messed around, and then packed up for the day.
dream's mom was volunteering today, which usually meant they would hang out at the blonde's because it's a free house, but they decided quickly against it when george's dad offered to cook them all dinner.
"george."
dream, despite not being the one spoken to, looks over at sapnap.
he watches as the ravenette suddenly stops walking.
george looks over at his boyfriend with a questioning hum.
sapnap starts to raise his hand as if to go to hold onto george, and dream is quickly in motion, reaching out from beside his friend to catch him before sapnap could go tumbling to the ground.
almost the second he slumps into dream's arms, his eyes are blinking open again, his body slowly regaining strength as he gradually moves to stand up straight.
"you good?" dream asks, keeping one hand against the gap between sapnap's shoulder blades as he stabilises himself.
"yeah," he hums, blinking, "sorry."
"don't be sorry," dream quickly dismisses, moving his hand away once sapnap was fully back with them again.
george reaches out, taking his boyfriend's hand in his own. "does your head still hurt from earlier?" he wonders.
"uhm," sapnap's eyebrows furrow slightly. "it was going but now it's sort of coming back again," he answers.
"okay," george nods understandingly, keeping his hold on sapnap's hand as they all begin to walk again. "let's get you into bed with a hot water bottle then," he suggests.
sapnap hums, "yeah, that would be nice."
dream zones out of their simple conversation as his phone buzzes, pulling it out of his pocket to see the snapchat notification.
he clicks into the app, opening his chat with karl to read the message.
karl
| u working still??
me
| no i'm on my way home now
| why?
karl
| do you want to come over
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hot chocolate and thrift shopping
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