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George is more of a physically affectionate person. Giving some random hugs and twirling his fingers all over people's hair. It results in him clinging onto his friends and mostly fiddling with his own fingers or shirt. He mostly hides this to most people, only revealing the fact if he's completely close to each other.
Mainly, Sapnap had to deal with George playing with his hand or tugging on the strands of his hair. It was a weird routine where Sapnap had to pet the smaller's head down, just to give the feeling back. And sometimes Sapnap had to put up with his clingy touch. It isn't that bad though. George knew and kept other boundaries in check and never tried crossing them without permission. Not that he had a lot of boundaries to begin with.
When Dream mentioned he'd want to move out soon, Sapnap jumped to make room for the other male. He also made sure to make George's habits a surprise. It didn't make sense to George as he remembered referring to his habits once in a while.
The first thing Dream did when he visited his two friends is to drop himself on their small couch, barely fitting his height. He didn't bother moving the few extra stuff he brought with him to his room. "I'm tired and hungry."
"You should have eaten breakfast or something." The youngest male had to drag Dream's bags out of the door entrance. He didn't mind having to do it himself as George wasn't a big help with his twig arms. "I haven't gotten groceries yet! George's too lazy!"
"I'm not lazy!" George dropped one of Dream's luggage on to Sapnap's foot by accident. He immediately dropped down to massage the injured foot and as fast as he did so, his more playful tone returned to his voice. "If I'm lazy, what do you call someone making his roommate set their stream on, while they get food?"
"A normal person?" Sapnap gasped dramatically as soon as he got both bags underneath his arms, leaving George by the door. "At least I work out. Can't even lift a bag without my help."
"A normal person takes almost half an hour to make toast?" George hissed, pulling onto his shirt. "-And why strike me with that? Aren't you my best friend?"
"A best friend would give me some food right now." Dream interrupted their small banter, muffling through the cushions. Without lifting his head, he pointed at Sap who disappeared to Dream's room. "It's almost noon too."
"Yeah, sure. I'll go get groceries. Sapnap's too lazy to get them this week."
"No, you shut up and let me get the groceries." The youngest male had trot over to George, pushing him to one of the free seats beside Dream. He stole the car keys from the oldest's hands then walked out. "Go and snuggle or something."
"You're taller than last time." George's voice travelled off, poking Dream's arm. The taller male had sat up earlier just talking to George when he suddenly squeezes his hand.
"Your just shorter." The taller snorted, already forgetting about the past conversation.
Dream moved his arm to pet the lovely locks of the brunette who still clung onto his hand. It was adorable when George tries to urge his arm to fondle the trims of his hair, guiding his strokes across his head. It's like having a human cat. Too bad he had to leave Patches with his mom for the meantime.
He curled a finger over some of his strands, catching some tied curls. Even if George's hair was fluffy, they were more tangled than it should be.
"Dream don't-" George winced, gripping tightly around his hand. He easily removed the tangles around Dream's finger then shoved his hand back into his hair. The blonde started to caress some parts of his head, making the smaller purr and sometimes squeak on certain parts.
"Is it that good?" Dream grinned with interest.
The smaller had to kneel on the couch just so he could reach the other's head. George dug his hands into Dream's dark-tinted golden curls ever so lightly. They were awfully stubborn to keep straight, slippery at his touch. The smaller could only stare with such fondness. Again like a cat finding a new toy to play with, Dream thought.
"Soft, " George muttered underneath his breath. Even if his attention's on brushing his hair, George still gave reactions to Dream's hand curling around his hair.
Honestly, he doesn't mind that the other loved this kind of affection. It was relaxing. Particularly the way George stroked his head back. His touch was gentle and worked its way to relieve stress. Working delicately and admiring each strand. Unlike how George practically forced him to deepen his streaks across his head.
Soon George's hand travelled down to cup the taller's cheeks. Dream admits he really liked the way George pet his hair. As if a child, the brunette stared all over the other's face. He traced his thumb over Dream's small freckles, pressing smoothly across every smaller one. It truly embarrassed the younger one to have to stare at his friend's eyes who didn't seem all too bothered, only staring back in interest.
"I forgot you can't touch freckles."
Dream wheezed through George's hands. "You forgot? George, it's skin, not acne."
"Shut up." As he expected, the smaller squeezed his cheeks tighter.
What Dream didn't expect George to lean in to peck his lips. Especially when George suddenly throws his head back, pushing Dream farther from him, with a much-embarrassed look than Dream had.
"OH MY GOD- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" George waved his hands in front of his face, stuttering over his words. "I didn't mean that!- It was supposed to be on the cheeks- That's a weird excuse- Uhm- I'M SO SORRY-"
Dream coughed up a blush crawling up his cheeks. "No no no- It's fine! It's an accident, right? I'm sorry."
"You don't have to say sorry! I'm the one who's sorry!"
"Sorry, "
"YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!"
"Uhm, " Dream shut his mouth before he apologised again. He didn't really know what to do right now. Sure, he heard of platonic kissing somewhere, but he never actually knew it'll happen in real life. And the fact that it didn't faze Dream so much confused him. He wasn't as touchy as George, but he did like the sentiment. Not that he'd want to make out with his best friend. Maybe? He wasn't so sure. George's lips were preciously soft. His thoughts were getting away from the topic.
"I- oh gosh." Seemed as if George was mumbling through his breath as Dream lost himself in thought. "Really, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it."
Instincts immediately kicked in, left to handle the situation. Dream moved George's hands away, copying what the smaller did earlier. He cupped George's small face and quickly gave a peck on his lips again.
"Sorry!-" Dream shoved himself back at the other end of the couch. As if they assumed their blushes couldn't get wilder, they actually did.
The door opened to Sapnap, seeing Dream pecking the smaller's lip, already having fuming blushes across their faces. He gently placed their lunch on the ground, skipping between both of his friends.
"Sap?" The youngest male pecked George's lip then Dream's, before turning away. George's reddish face fazed down to smaller pink tints. Sapnap was more familiar with George's random kisses.
"Didn't think this would happen so early."
"Again?" Dream shoved his face down one of the pillow cushions, bursting into laughter.
"In this house, it's normal to kiss the homies."
"You should have told me-" Dream glared at the youngest with a smile. "I didn't expect making out is normal with you two."
"DREAM NO! I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN IT!" George hissed, but now more relaxed. Okay, maybe he did mean it by a bit.