Blizzard & Me.
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Thread Topic: Blizzard & Me.
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(uh, i spent 3 hours baking chocolate chip cookies and triple fudge ones yesterday morning. i overcooked the fudge ones sadly, but they still taste good.)
Bad smiled softly. "But, I love you too and I don't do nearly as good of a job as you do comforting people." He whispered softly.
George hopped back up on the counter. He smiled at Dream, happy to see him eating. -
(ooo, those sound good!)
Skeppy shrugged. “Maybe Im just really good at it.”
Dream gave a shaky smile back, finishing a piece of bacon. -
(they are! i just remembered i didn't eat last night either. i'll eat when i get home... or maybe i'll do it now...)
Bad flushed. "You really are. Have you seen how quickly you can calm Gold down? Or me, for that matter?" He asked softly, tipping Skeppy's head up so he could see his eyes better.
George sighed quietly, pulling pieces of fat of a piece of bacon before eating it. -
(please eat a little something :()
“I have,” Skeppy said with a slight nod. “I should start a record or something.”
Dream paused for a minute, spiraling into the chaos of his thoughts of what he was eating, but looking just slightly zoned out on the outside. He put down the piece of bacon he was eating, going to eat some eggs. -
(i will. i'll go get a snack now...)
Bad giggled. "It only takes a few seconds of you talking for him to become calm and responsive. You're a miracle worker." He whispered happily.
George didn't really notice, continuing to peel fat off the bacon before eating it. He didn't want to overthink Dream's situation, because he knew it wouldn't help. -
(thabk you!!)
Skeppy giggled. “Oh, please.”
Dream took a quiet, shaky breath before taking another bite. -
(i ate doritos!)
"What? You are!" Bad cried.
George tilted his head. "Dream, dear, are you okay?" He asked softly. -
(ooo nice!)
“I’m not that good,” Skeppy said. “I’m not a miracle worker.”
Dreams head snapped over to George and he quickly nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” -
(i consumed food. still feeling a little nauseous but i'm used to that after having something wrong with my eating for 2 years.)
Bad frowned. "Why not? I can't calm down Gold like you can. No one can. You get him calm and talked out of stuff faster than even Lem can."
George smiled. He didn't speak, but just nodded and sat there for a moment, admiring his future husband. -
(that’s fair, i’m glad you ate something tho! i’m proud of you :))
Skeppy shrugged. “I guess I do.”
Dream looked warily at George. “I am okay- I swear.” -
(yay!! i made you proud again. i might try to eat more when i get home. i think i'll be home alone tonight for a while, too. i think my aunt's going to the zoo, which will leave me alone... i need to make sure i eat then too.)
Bad sighed softly, hugging Skeppy close. "I just love you a lot. It may be that I'm blinded by my love for you." He said softly.
George nodded again. "I believe that, honey. I'm just admiring you." He said softly. -
(oo home alone can be fun! but yes, please try to eat more :))
Skeppy glanced up. “Maybe, I dunno. I love you too.”
The doctor knocked on the door again and Skeppy jumped slightly before she entered the room. “Hey, how are things going?”
“Oh,” Dream blinked again, furrowing his brows for a second. “Okay.” -
(i'll get yelled at by icarus if i don't eat. they are the kind of sibling to pick me up, drag me to the kitchen and force me to eat something. so i do need to eat, so i can make both them and you proud! honestly, if i'm home alone, i might just vibe downstairs with spider dave.)
Bad smiled first at Skeppy, then at the doctor. "Good." He said simply, moving one hand to rub Skeppy's back.
George frowned. "You seem shocked that I believe you." He mumbled softly. -
(nice! yes, you do make me proud :))
“I’m glad to hear that,” She smiled, nodding. “So, we’ve gotten a closer look at the sample, and there are some common similarities in some different sicknesses, so I’m thinking we could test some of those antidotes out?”
“No more shots?” Skeppy said warily.
“Some are, some aren’t,” She said gently.
“Because you don’t usually do,” Dream shrugged, glancing to his plate and placing it on the counter next to him before looking back to George. -
(i like making people proud!!)
Bad frowned. "Is there any way that those shots could be translated into a different remedy? I think it would be better for him if he didn't get any more shots."
George hummed quietly. "Should I believe that you're lying to me? I don't want to." He said softly. "That would probably lead to us fighting again, and I'd rather not fight with you."
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