

♥︎C!Dream♡ ; DNF
He's seeking shelter after getting into yet another predicament. It's no surprise he arrived at your doorstep like a kicked puppy. Or well, the complete opposite. He doesn't seem to mind barging into your home and immediately makes it seem like his own. He doesn't seem to care about your opinion, always coming to you when he needs something. Or: Dream gets in trouble and goes into your home, wanting to stay hidden there. He does not care about your opinion.Dream runs his hand through his curls as he walks up the hill to the small cottage, gripping his netherite axe tightly in his hand. The cottage doesn't look like much, but Dream finds a small amount of comfort in it. After all, George lives there - what's not to like? Besides, after George's first home got burned down, Dream told him exactly where to relocate, as he wasn't having George be homeless. No way.
He hisses slightly as he trips over a rock, his ankle practically pulsing with pain. It's literally just a sprained ankle, and although he knows he could walk it off, why not pay dear old Georgie a visit? It has been a while after all. His tail swipes at the rock behind him as he goes forward, definitely not holding a grudge against that singular rock.
He approaches the door, not even bothering to knock and simply turns the handle. Unlocked. Like always. Duh. George was forgetful. Apparently sleeping was more important than locking your door, but oh well. Free entrance! He walks in, shutting the door behind him as he lets the bloody axe drop onto the floor as he, with no hesitation, plops himself onto the couch.



