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Dream and George get out of the restaurant, Puffy following behind. “You were right, this was so good!” Dream compliments Puffy’s choice of restaurant.
“Told ya, New York has pretty good food,” she brags.
They all start walking down the street. George really likes this about New York, they could walk places, no need to rent a car or spend ridiculous amounts of money in an Uber or a taxi. In a weird way it reminds him of London and how he could just walk down the street and go to the store if he wanted to, nostalgia is a weird feeling.
“I have to get me one of those,” Puffy points to George’s streaming backpack.
“You should, they’re expensive but it’s an investment,” George says. “I can hook you up with the people who make them, I’m like a celebrity to them,” he brags.
Puffy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right,” she chuckles.
“I really enjoyed being in your stream, it was fun,” Dream says to his side, walking way closer to George than necessary.
He turns to Dream. “Yeah? You liked completely obliterating those glizzies on camera?" George teases.
The sidewalk has narrowed so Puffy walks in front of them now, George hears her laugh at his comment. “I think you liked it more than I did,” Dream smirks at George.
Puffy makes gagging noises in front of them and turns around, walking backwards for a second. “You guys are disgusting, I’m so glad you’re leaving soon,” she teases.
They both chuckle and look at her apologetically. George hasn’t even realized they’re already at the subway station, they walk in with Puffy and wait with her. They don’t wait long but spend the time looking at clips from the stream and laughing at the fans reactions, Puffy and him teaming up to tease Dream for being a simp. It’s not long until Puffy is gone and they go back up into the streets and start walking towards their hotel.
They walk side by side, George with his hands tugged inside his jacket. “Told you to bring gloves,” Dream says like the smartass that he is.
“Oh, shut up,” George lightly bumps his shoulder against Dream’s. “If you were a good boyfriend you would be giving me your gloves right now so my hands weren’t cold,” he turns to Dream and pouts.
George is not sure if Dream’s cheeks are red because of the cold or because he can’t resist his pathetic attempt at stealing his gloves. “I was a good boyfriend!” Dream exclaims. “I told you before we went out to bring gloves, I even offered to buy you new ones if you wanted,” he exhales.
“You should’ve insisted more,” George mumbles, just to be difficult.
Dream giggles. “I’m sorry princess, I’ll be better next time,” he says very sarcastically.
George scoffs. “For all you know I could be a descendant from the Royal family,” he says very seriously to Dream.
Dream laughs. “You’re such an idiot,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you are a princess,” he pauses, George can see the idea forming in his mind. “My little pillow princess,” Dream smirks.
George is sure that if they were not in public Dream would’ve tackled him into the floor after that.
He feels his cheeks heating up and tries to fight off a smile by frowning. “You are disgusting," George indignantly crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Dream shrugs and laughs. They get to their hotel, return the greeting from the security guard at the door and go directly for the lift. He lets Dream press the buttons and they go up to their floor. They walk the long empty hall in silence, when they get to their room Dream takes out the key card from his pocket and lets George in, he follows suit and closes the door behind them.
They both take off their jackets and throw them on a random chair that’s in the corner of the room. George relishes in the warmth of the room. Dream comes behind him and hugs him, resting his hands on George’s waist. George hums in contentment and snuggles closer to him.
Dream buries his head into George's hair and smiles. “New York looks good on you,” he leaves a small delicate kiss on George's temple.
George smiles. “Yeah? Should I move here?” he teases.
Dream detangles himself from George. “Okay, fuck off,” he says annoyed at George’s joke.
George laughs, he knows exactly how to push Dream’s buttons. They take off their shoes and leave them scattered near the door. Dream immediately walks to the bed and throws himself on top of it, laying on his back and hugging one of the pillows, he looks so cozy.
“Ugh,” George groans. “I kinda need a shower,” he complains.
“Nooo…” Dream whines, he throws the pillow to the side and makes grabby hands at George. “Come join me,” he pats the space next to him on the bed. And who is George to deny his boyfriend?
George rolls his eyes but walks up to the bed and lays down. Dream doesn’t waste any time and wraps his arms securely around him. George returns the embrace, buries his face into Dream’s neck and inhales deeply, he smiles to himself at the comforting smell.
“I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow,” George comments grimly.
Dream sighs. “I’m gonna miss you,” he kisses the top of George’s head.
George giggles. “Yeah, well… Just don’t go to Beastland,” he shrugs and comes out from his hiding place to face Dream.
Dream groans. “Just come with me!” He whines.
George looks at him blankly. “Why? What even is there for me to do?”
“I’ll be there,” Dream pouts.
George raises an eyebrow. “I see you all the time,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m sick of your ass.”
George is in fact not sick of Dream’s ass, he’ll miss him like a phantom limb, even if Dream will only be gone for five days, but he has a reputation to maintain and he’s also in charge of keeping his boyfriend humbled.
“George!” Dream exclaims, offended. “You don’t mean that, take it back!” He pouts and squizzes George’s waist.
George giggles. “Maybe I do mean it,” he smirks at Dream. “Maybe I finally gathered the courage to tell you how I really feel,” he shrugs.
Dream rolls his eyes. “Okay, whatever. I’m not bringing you any Mr Beast merch.”
George lets his mouth open in fake offense. “You wouldn’t dare,” he squints his eyes at Dream.
“Oh but I would,” Dream shrugs. “Remember? You’re just so sick of my ass,” he says in a squeaky voice, supposedly imitating George.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he turns around on the bed, his back to Dream’s chest, but makes sure that Dream knows he’s not actually mad by taking his arm and wrapping it around himself.
Dream brings him closer to his body and smiles against his neck. “I know you’re gonna miss me,” he whispers.
“Whatever. You’ll be home soon, right?” George asks, confirming Dream’s words.
“I’m getting the hell out of there as soon as I can,” Dream says and they both laugh.
George groans. “Ugh, I have to take a shower,” he attempts to get up from the bed but Dream tightens his hold around him.
“What? No!” Dream exclaims. “We’re cuddling, kissing and sleeping so we can catch our planes on time tomorrow. We’ll be apart for five whole days and I’m gonna miss you,” he breaths heavily after his little speech.
George smiles fondly. “Oh come on, we can’t fall asleep like this,” he reasons. “Let’s just shower together, it’ll be faster.”
Dream giggles. “I don’t know about that…”
George rolls his eyes and successfully sits on the bed, turning around to stare at Dream blankly. “You’re an idiot. Let’s go, let’s get ready for bed,” he stands up from the bed and heads to the bathroom.
He hears Dream groan behind him but it doesn’t take long for him to join George in the shower. They might take longer than anticipated in the shower but eventually they’re done, they brush their teeth, Dream uses his weird fancy skin care and when they're dry and comfy in their briefs and hoodies they settle back into bed, holding each other for warmth.
“You really don’t wanna come with me?” Dream asks one last time from behind George.
George smiles to himself. “No, it sounds boring. Besides, who’s going to take care of Patches? I mean, I won’t because I’ll die but I’ll supervise your sister,” he says smugly.
“Ugh, fine, whatever,” Dream brings George closer to his chest. “I guess five days is not the end of the world.”
“You’ll survive,” George pats Dream’s hand, the one resting on his belly.
“Barely,” Dream mumbles.
George giggles, closes his eyes and cuddles closer to his boyfriend.