•~•Chapter 147•~•

Dream's words hit him like a bucket of ice cold water, if he's leaving it better be now, Dream has always been particularly abrasive towards him so the only explanation to whatever was going on here was that it had to be a result of his heat.

"Dream, I know you're not thinking right now, I'm not going to do something that we are both going to regret." He explains in a level voice, already charting out his escape.

The pillow that smacks into the side of his head nearly makes him topple over, did Dream shove a pan down the pillow when he wasn't looking?

"Not thinking right? Really? You're going to use that excuse, I was thinking right enough though to make my way over to your apartment at midnight." He throws himself on the bed, rolling from end to end and purring softly before he could catch himself.

"W-what?" Dale splutters, eyes wide as he watches Dream roll around on his bed, his bathrobe hiking.