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Dream hummed idly to himself as he worked, the song he was humming was one he had long forgotten the lyrics to. But even so he could still somewhat remember the way it sounded and due to this fact he often found himself humming it absentmindedly whenever he was busy.
like now for instance; His hands were busy combing away at the thick curls of your hair, detangling and parting it just like you had taught him.
Dream himself didn’t have any hair (obviously) but he did enjoy helping you with yours, especially on wash days. Which was almost funny considering the fact that you could near perfectly remember the look on his face after the first time he saw the state of you on a wash day.
He had looked so intrigued as he stood between the threshold of the hallway and bathroom door. His head tipped slightly to the side as he looked you over. His eye lights wander mostly over your now ruined shirt which was originally his and your half tangled-half detangled hair. There were hair products scattered across the entirety of the counter, most missing their caps and half empty. And then there was you— you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub with hair product all over the front of your shirt and shorts, your hair and hands were absolutely not an exception to this treatment, as they were the most thoroughly covered in residue.
He watched as you struggled and failed to wipe off some excess hair grease from your shirt before he knocked on the frame of the door. You didn’t seem to notice though, seemingly too caught up in the pointless process of trying to save your favorite shirt.
He knocked again, twice this time and you blinked up at him, startled, as if you hadn’t noticed his presence. The two of you blinked at one another for a few moments, the silence that followed wasn’t an unwelcome one, maybe it could’ve even been a bit comfortable if not for it being a little awkward.
You hummed as you looked away, deciding to have mercy on him this time and letting him win the little staring contest going on between the two of you. Dream quickly ceased the opportunity and walked over to your side plopping down right beside you. Once you were in arm’s reach he instantly took that as an opportunity to hug you. He rested his head against your shoulder as he always did and let out a content sigh as he sunk further into you.
He nuzzled his face against your cheek affectionately, a soft rumble began emitted from his chest, and he placed a gentle kiss to the side of your face only to abruptly stop and pull away.
He tilted his head back and crinkled his nose bridge up in slight disgust at the feeling of something wet and oily touching his face. You giggled and wiped your face off with the towel you had just used to dry most of your hair off with, though it did little to help your hands.
“Why the face?” You asked in between laughs, your smile only widened as you watched him grimace while the gel began to quickly dry up on his face, prompting him to move over to the sink and begin washing it off.
“I wasn’t expecting to get a mouth full of slime..” He smiled back at you, barely suppressing a laugh of his own as he grabbed a small hand towel from underneath the sink and ran it under some warm water. He sighed softly as he made his way over to you and began dapping the damp towel over the spots on your face where the gel and leave-in conditioner had begun to dry and flake off.
You hummed in bemusement barely holding back laughter as you tried to stay as still as possible while he cleaned your face. After he had backed away you went back to detangling the section of hair you were working on before Dream entered the room. Feeling much cleaner than before you leaned forward to peck him on the cheek, thanking him for wiping off your face even though he didn’t have to. You were more than capable of doing it yourself but he still did it for you anyway, but you guessed you should’ve expected no less from the literal god of positivity.
He did lots of things you’d expect someone as kind and as caring as him to do, what you didn’t expect was for him to playfully dodge your kiss and laugh as you almost fell forward. The only thing stopping you from nearly tipping over the edge of the bathtub was Dream’s arms. You huffed in disbelief and slight amusement as you shoved his arms off of you and crossed your own over your chest, feigning annoyance. Though your facade was quick to slip as Dream seemed genuinely apologetic and started to bombard you with apologetic kisses.
Your frown morphed into a smile instantly as you failed to hold back a giggle, your laugh was slightly muffled from how squished up your face was from all the kisses Dream was giving you, but you didn’t mind. After all, receiving an abundance of kisses from Dream was never a problem for you, which was good since he tended to so a lot. After about a minute or two he pulled away and placed one last kiss onto your forehead, smiling down at you with the cheesiest lopsided smile you’d ever seen graced his face and he was back nuzzling against you.
You sighed contently, and rubbed circles into his back. “You wanna help me finish up my hair? I’ll teach you how to braid if you don't already know how to.”
Dream perked up instantly, his eye lights big and fuzzy as he looked at your face. He smiled and nodded his head repeatedly as if saying no wasn’t an option. Sitting up he walked over to the bathroom counter and glanced over the options of hair product spewed about it. He rested his hand under his chin as he looked off in thought.
“Where do we start?”
You smiled and stood up to be beside him, you grabbed a bottle of half used curl cream and handed it to him.
“Here I’ll show you.”