Green eyes were the first to open, bottom eyelashes being brushed by the hair on George's ears.

He smiled affectionately, patting the brunettes shoulder a few times calmingly before standing up to start his day.

Dream had an extra spring in his step, motivation clear in his mind. His best friend was here, and today was all about making him comfortable in his new environment.

The blonde had to constantly remind himself that despite their time together online, they were still technically strangers irl. And though the move had been their dream since they were twelve, it was still a new country.

They had to take things slow, even if their excitement shrouded their better judgement.

Dream was cooking breakfast muffins when his friend awoke, his ears peeking up and nose sniffing attentively at the tantalizing aroma wafting throughout the house.

He waddled into the kitchen, hands rubbing his eyes, and feet unstable in his fading sleepiness, making him stumble unsteadily around.

"What're you making?" he asked, a yawn making his voice thick and accent more prominent.

Dream simply chuckled, turning to face his friend.

"Muffins."

"Bad would be happy..." Another yawn.

"I'm right here and you're really thinking about Badboyhalo?" Dream said, giving the brunette and unimpressed face.

They both burst into laughter, even though the situation wasn't that funny. It was more of an explosion or outlet of the disbelief they still held at being in each other's presence.

But the laughter was nice.

It was comfortable, George decided, and he liked it.

"All jokes aside, they'll be done soon, and we can eat. I was thinking we could stay inside today and help you get all set up around the house since you didn't really get a proper tour yesterday." the blonde said, turning to open the oven so he could peek at his pastries.

George hummed with a smile on his face, walking slowly around the kitchen and living room slowly, examining everything in silence.

Dream was watching him through the archway of the kitchen that connected the two rooms .

He took the time to study his friends features once more, but not only his cat features.

Of course he knew that cat hybrids were part of the world, but he had never seen one before, probably because all of their kind were shunned into silence and shame by society for being different.

He didn't want George to feel that, so he was quick to get over the shock, to look at George with the same love and admiration he'd always shown the brunette online.

But that didn't mean that his cat boy features were the only thing to analyze, especially when he had never seen the other aspects of his face before.

Chocolate hair, eyes rhat shone hazel in the light, pale skin, defined jawline, button nose, small frame, caramel cat ears and a tail to match Patches'.

Cute.

He has meant it when he said it.

Dream chuckled slightly at George's curiosity, turning away to begin cleaning his mess.

It hadn't been two minutes since he had returned to the kitchen when he heard a sound compelling him to return to the place George was.

Rrrrrrip

He sprinted towards the living room again as the sounds repeated themselves.

When he got there, he was shocked to see his best friend sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of the couch, ripping at the sofa with his nails.

"George!" His words were incredulous, and rightfully so.

He knew that his friend had catlike features, but it never dawned on him that there might be behavioral changes he should ask about.

And now he was suffering the consequences it seemed.

The brunette snapped out of it immediately after hearing his name called, pupil's undulating and moving to stare up at Dream.

Guilt was evident in his features, fingers picking at nails underneath the sweater paws of his hoodie.

"I'm so sorry, Dream." His voice was sweet, but layered with remorse, proving to dream that he had no control over his actions.

But the blonde didnt move, didn't say a word, still in shock at the shreds of his couch and his friend's emotional changes over the span of a few seconds.

"Dream?" Tentative. The fear in George's voice seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, attention falling on the brunette who sat curled into himself meekly, awaiting the outburst he seemed certain was coming.

"Does this happen often?" Dream asked, needing to know more before he proceeded.

George shook his head, and began to explain.

"The cat part of me takes anything that's squishy and uses it as a scratching post. My conscience usually slips away, and I have no control over my actions for a while."

Guilt. George was heavy with guilt at ruining something that wasn't his, but his best friend's. He didn't know how he should expect Dream to react.

Sure, they had been best friends online for their entire lives it seemed, but in real life, they were as good as strangers, and one of them had just wrecked a relatively expensive piece of furniture.

It was different exploding a house in Minecraft, where it could just be rebuilt with a bit of time, no extra expenses, and no consequences really necessary to be dished out.

This was something that wouldn't only take time, but money, too.

If only George hadn't been part cat.

Maybe Dream might be happier that way?

But the blonde wasn't frowning, nor could George find any anger in his eyes.

Instead, his friend smiled, a resolve evidentially clear in his mind.

"Well I guess we're going out today." he said, half joking, trying to erase the unhappy pout on the brunette's face.

It didn't work. His attempt at humor only reminded George that he was disrupting any plans his friend had for the day because of his stupid genetics.

"Come on, cheer up. We'll make it work. It's not a big deal. I'm not mad, I promise." Dream said, walking over and wrapping his arm around his friend.

Maybe it was the fact that the gesture was a reminder that they were more so best friends than anything else, or maybe it was that Dream was really good at comforting people, but as soon as he was in his best friend's grasp, he didn't want to live without it. He never wanted the blonde to let him go.

George leaned into the embrace, a small smile dancing on his lips now, and his ears perking up slightly.

"Come on, now. The muffins should be done and after that we can head out."

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