Part 2 Remember ~Dreamnoblade~

Guess he has a thing for jaws... and not the movie•_•

~keep in mind everything Callahan says is through Dream's mind:)

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"You should clean those marks on your jaw." Callahan says, pointing at Dream. "You're bleeding."

"What?" Dream stands up and looks in the mirror, more confusion hitting him as he can't even see any blood or his jaw with the mask on.

"Saw it before you put it on." Callahan clarifies, also standing and grabbing a washcloth from a drawer.

Challahan nudges Dream's hip with his, telling him to move so he can wet the cloth.

Dream does so, lifting his mask just enough for him to see the marks on his jaw.

They're exactly where Dark had dug his claws(?) into him, and they're just starting to bubble over with blood. (Bubble out? Flow out? Flow over?)

"Here" Callahan says, holding the moist cloth out to Dream.

Dream takes it, gently blotting away the blood, and letting the water wash out the small wounds. There's a slight sting along with it.

"I know you said that maybe I do this unconsciously in my sleep, but how did I do this?" Dream asks, rinsing the washcloth and going back for another wash.

"Most likely with your nails." Callahan says, leaning against the wall next to the sink.

"Well, duh... but how did I make such sharp holes?" Dream asks, pulling his mask back down.

Callahan shrugs, crossing his arms loosely across his front.

Dream sighs, looking back at himself in the mirror.

"Is it safe to leave the bathroom?" Dream asks, turning his body towards the other, leaning his hip against the counter.

"No." Callahan says. "But if you lay low, stay quiet, and leave the lights off, you've got a better chance at making progress."

"Progress?"

Callahan nods.

"How'd you get in here?" Dream asks.

"Through the back door." Callahan says.

"How didn't you get caught or whatever?"

"I can be very stealthy when I want to be." Callahan says, shrugging again.

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"Ohh, Techie..." Dark starts, voice long and drawn out, sounding fake sad.

He sits sideways in his chair, head lulling back at he tugs briefly the chains around Techno's wrists, causing the hybrid to spill a bit of the soup he'd been scooping up.

"Whatever shall we do about the peasants in the dungeon?" Dark continues.

"Maybe you should let them out." Eret says from their seat further down the table from the two.

"That's a horrid idea." Dark says flatly. "I asked you, though, Techie." He adds, sitting up straight again, and leaning his elbows on the table to get closer.

Techno lets out a little 'hrumph', attempting the wipe the soup out of the table cloth. (Was tempted to write 'tak' instead of 'hrumph' but idk how many people would get that)

"That's not an answer." Dark says in a sing-song voice, briefly glancing down at Techno's hands before returning to his face.

"Nothing." Techno says through his teeth.

"Nothing? That does sound very torturous." Dark says, a thoughtful drawl to his voice.

"They'll starve." Eret says, gripping his fork rather firmly.

"My very point." Dark says, smiling.

Dark starts humming. "Why, Techie... you've barely touched your food."

"Because when I did you made me spill it." Techno says, staring straight forward at the wall.

"That's very disrespectful." Dark says, pouting. "Do you know how long I worked on that?"

"How long we worked on it." Eret says, referring to him and Techno.

Dark whips his head around to face Eret. "You dare speak condescendingly to me?"

"Yeah." Eret says in a 'duh' voice.

It's a surprise smoke isn't coming out of Dark's ears... does he have ears?

Dark seethes. Staring daggers at the former king.

Eret continues eating, seemingly unbothered.

Dark let's out a pouty huffy through his nose, standing, placing his fingers delicately on the table in front of him.

Eret doesn't look up at the creature.

Dark saunters around the table, down towards Eret, letting one of his hands drag along the table as he goes.

When he gets to be right beside Eret, he just stands there, glaring down at them, silently.

In a quick motion, Dark grabs Eret's chin, hand large enough to be almost chocking then as he does. He forces them to look at him, bending over to be in the kings face. (I'm going to be referring to Eret as both 'the former king' and 'the king' throughout this because I can't decide is he is technically still king or not)

Eret's unbothered act is out the window, clawing and kicking at the creature, trying to get away, back being uncomfortably pressed into the armrest of the chair.

Dark is still silent, holding Eret there, still staring at him.

He slowly tightens his grip, squeezing the king's jaw.

Eret clenches said jaw, fighting against the pressure, willing the bones not to give way.

Dark stops tightening his grip, but doesn't loosen it either.

"You talk to me like that again and I'll break your pretty little jaw in the blink of an eye, Kingey." Dark says quickly in a hushed voice, slowly pulling Eret's face closer to his own, consequently holding the other ever so slightly off of the chair.

Eret attempts a nod, hindered by their face being held so tightly.

Dark let's go, letting the king drop back into the seat, before standing back up.

He looks down at Eret, that sinister smile splitting its way back across his face. "Are we clear, Kingey?"

Eret nods, still catching his breath, and generally calming down.

"Are we. Clear?" Dark reiterates, tilting his head to the side slight.

"Y-yes. Very clear." Eret says.

"Good." Dark says, turning back around and walking back to his seat at the head of the table.

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~OMG IM SEEING BASTILLE IN CONCERT TODAY!!!!!!!! Also, I'd like to say that Dark adds and 'ie' to the end of peoples names because he likes to strip the respect away from them. He wants them to feel lower than him. Hope you enjoyed:)