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A plane ticket to Dream’s house. And a permanent room in his house.
George’s answer to the question still rang in Dream’s head even hours after the stream had ended, tickling at the back of his thoughts at all times. Surely he’d been joking.
Dream groaned, sliding down his chair and dragging a hand over his face. This really shouldn’t be bugging him. It wasn’t like they were dating or had plans to, and it wasn’t like he liked him, so why was it bothering him so much?
Eventually, he decided to worry about it later. He had a video to edit, after all.
It didn’t leave him alone for long. Dream sighed, giving up with editing for the day and making his way to his kitchen to grab some food. He took out his phone and began scrolling through twitter as he waited for his food to heat up. A certain tweet caught his eye, and curious, he opened it to read it.
@AnonymousGem
Ok, hear me out, dream smp but they all live in the same house
Like, imagine birthday parties. And road trips. And game nights.
→ @EARTHT0M4RS
Replying to @AnonymousGem BITCH GET ON DISCORD RN THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA
→ @awhrea
Replying to @AnonymousGem @EARTHT0M4RS HOLY FUCK YEAH GET ON DISCORD RN
Dream blinked, scrolling through more replies, people contributing headcanons left and right. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. It really didn’t, and the more replies he read, the more appealing the idea was.
An idea occurred to him. Food long forgotten, he bolted to his room and opened discord, messaging Jimmy, then, after a moment, Skeppy as well.
He got replies remarkably quickly, both on board with the idea. Dream smiled to himself, pulling up a new google docs to set his plan in motion.
This was going to be the greatest project he’d ever done.
It took a little over a year before they began asking people to move in. George and Sapnap were the first people Dream invited, Skeppy inviting Bad and Jimmy offering to wait a bit more before inviting anyone, seeing as the house was still a work in progress.
Since they wanted the house to be a surprise, they had to convince them to come without mentioning the house itself. It was relatively easy, simply telling them that they were hoping they could come help out with filming a Mr. Beast challenge video. Sapnap and Bad agreed almost immediately, though a bit surprised. George was much more skeptical, though he did agree without many complaints or questions.
Dream was excited. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited; maybe when he’d hit one million on youtube.
The point was, he was excited. Very excited.
Jimmy went to go pick them up, returning nearly an hour later with two tired American men and a jetlagged british man.
Skeppy immediately went to hug Bad. Dream went to hug Sapnap, then went to hug George.
George, to Dream’s surprise, didn’t complain. Maybe it was because he was jet lagged or maybe it was because they’d never met in person before. Either way, George hugged back tightly and Dream soaked in the feeling of hugging his best friend for the first time.
“Okay, you lovebirds, we get it, first time meeting, romantic shit, blah blah blah. Can we see where we’re staying now or are we going to stand around for another half hour watching you two hug?”
“Shut up, Sapnap,” Dream retorted, no bite to his words. “Come on, I want to show you guys this. We’ve been working on it for nearly a year and we’ve finally reached the point where we can start inviting people; are you guys ready?”
“I don’t know, are we?” George remarked, yawning and leaning slightly on Dream. “Just show us the damn thing, I’m tired and I want to sleep.”
“Alright, lets go!”
The group followed Dream up the unfinished driveway, George yawning loudly as Sapnap followed quietly. Skeppy practically skipped up to the house, excitedly dragging Bad with him.
“So, what do you think?” Dream inquired once they got close enough to see the house.
“It’s unfinished,” Sapnap said pointedly, crossing his arms.
“But?”
“It looks nice,” Sapnap offered, walking up a few paces and inspecting the half built house. “It looks really nice.”
“Great!” Dream declared, grinning widely. “Wanna move in?”
Sapnap turned to look at him. “Move in?”
“Yeah!”
“Hell yeah, brother. I’m down.”
“Wait, what?” George interrupted from behind them, rubbing his eyes and yawning for the upteemth time. “Move in?”
Dream smiled as he turned to look George in the eyes. “Yeah, move in. Skeppy, Jimmy, and I have been working on this house for a year and plan on inviting a ton of others to come live with us once we get the rest of the house built.” He grinned, placing his hands on his shoulder and shaking him lightly. “George, do you want to move in?”
George blinked, now appearing much more wide awake than before. “You want me to move in. With you?”
“And a bunch of others in the foreseeable future, but yeah. Do you want to?”
He smiled, lightly punching Dream’s shoulder. “Is that even a question? Yes, Dream, I’d love to.”
“Awesome!” Dream cheered, laughing and hugging George again. He grumbled, half heartedly hitting his arm.
“Okay, I get it, you’re happy. I’m happy too, but I’m jet lagged and desperately want to sleep. Can you show us our rooms now?”
Dream laughed and agreed, leading the two to their rooms as the sun set behind them.
This was going to be really fun.
Making a chart to keep track of whose turn it was to go shopping hadn’t originally been planned.
See, Dream had thought that keeping track of who was supposed to go shopping would’ve been relatively easy. Clearly it was much easier said than done, since some people (read: George) just didn’t seem to understand the term ‘Please go shopping for groceries.’
“George, did you get the groceries?”
“No?”
“Why? It’s your turn to get the groceries!”
“No, I thought it was Sapnap’s turn!”
“He did it last week!”
“What?! I swear it isn’t my turn this week!”
“George, I literally asked you to go shopping yesterday!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did!”
George threw his hands up in the air in a symbol of annoyance. “No you didn’t!”
Dream slammed his hands downs on the kitchen counter. “Yes I did!”
“No!”
“George! It’s literally your turn!”
“No, no it is not.”
“George, I am, like, twice your height and weigh twice as much as you do. I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the goddamn store if you do not get your ass up and out the door right now.”
“You play minecraft for a living, you can’t lift shit.”
“Do you really want to test that theory?”
“Come at me, bitch! I dare you to go ahead and try!”
That had resulted in a twenty minute long wrestling match on their kitchen floor before Bad had walked in and scolded them. Dream ended up going with George to get the groceries.
If a calendar appeared with reminders of whose turn it was to go shopping, no one mentioned it.
It was another two months before they invited more people.
This time, they invited Karl and Quackity on Sapnap’s request along with Ant and Red from a random selector. They all agreed to move in, Karl and Quackity immediately dumping their things into Sapnap’s room as Ant and Red chose a room for themselves. The second floor was almost complete now, the first floor now done and only in need of proper furnishing.
“The house is coming along really nicely,” Skeppy commented one day at breakfast. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“So when are we inviting the next batch of people?” George asked, a fork of eggs halfway to his mouth. Dream shrugged, sipping on his drink.
“Probably sometime during the next week or two,” Dream answered, taking another sip. “Any specific requests?”
Everyone shook their heads.
“Alright, we’ll pull five people from the random generator and ask them.”
Everyone hummed in agreement. Breakfast continued on without another word.
The five people selected ended up being Sam, Philza, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo.. Techno was invited a few days later per Philza’s request, as was Callahan after Sam mentioned him in a conversation over dinner. Everyone moved in relatively quickly, and along with all their luggage, it became evident that the typical peace that lingered in the house was now going to no longer be available.
In full honesty, they should’ve expected it to happen when Tommy was invited. Having Wilbur and Techno near him would simply heighten the chaos. But no, Dream went on foolishly thinking that the peaceful aura surrounding the house would remain.
He was very, very wrong.
On Saturday, Dream woke up to distant screaming coming from downstairs.
“Tommy, what the fuck?!”
“Ow, Wilbur, don’t hit me with a pan!”
“Tommy, kindly get away from my waffles before I stab you with my fork.”
“Stop stealing the waffles!”
“Can you stop hogging the syrup?”
“Tommy! Why are you holding a knife!”
“No! Tommy, put that down!”
“Techno, do something! Ow, Tommy, what the fuck?!”
“Wilbur, put down the goddamn pan!”
“No!”
Rubbing his eyes, Dream made his way into the kitchen, yawning as he pulled a hoodie over his t-shirt. Stepping into the kitchen, he blinked as he took in the chaos unfolding before him.
Tommy and Wilbur were in a fist fight of sorts, Tommy armed with a butterknife and Wilbur with a frying pan. Jimmy appeared to be trying (and failing) to stop them. Techno was sitting at the kitchen island next to Tubbo, who was shoveling waffles into his mouth. Sapnap sat on the other side of them, reaching tiredly for the syrup that sat just barely out of his reach. Sam and Philza were nowhere in sight, but their voices floating around indicated that they were somewhere nearby. Skeppy and Bad were sitting at the large dining table by themselves. Karl, Quackity, and Callahan were nowhere to be found or heard, so Dream assumed they were still sleeping like George was.
“Are we just eating waffles?” He asked Sapnap, handing him the syrup bottle. He mumbled a quiet thanks and nodded, pointing at the plate of nearly depleted waffles sitting next to the toaster. Dream nodded, grabbing another plate out the cabinets and setting two waffles onto his plate and grabbing a glass of water.
“What are they fighting over?” He asked Sapnap, waving in Tommy and Wilbur’s direction.
“No idea,” Sapnap answered. “Something about pancakes and waffles in a battle royale.”
“Oh. Couldn’t they be quieter about it?”
“Apparently not.”
The yelling continued for another five minutes before Philza came in and hit both of them, giving them stern looks before making his way over to the stack of waffles. They both grumbled and returned to their meal.
Dream yawned. “Say, Jimmy,” He asked, downing half his water. “Do you think we should invite more people or wait another week?”
“Well, I don’t see any reason for waiting. I say we invite as many people as we can, since that means we can go furniture shopping sooner.”
“Good point,” Dream said. “Who else do we have left?”
Jimmy pulled out his phone, pulling up a list of people they’d wanted to invite. “Well, we still have Ranboo, Eret, HBomb, Fundy, Niki, Purpled, Punz, Puffy, Zelk, Finn, Chandler, Chris, Ponk, and Alyssa.”
“Vurb and Spifey want in too,” Skeppy added from where he was sitting. “Oh, and Mega as well.”
“Alright. That's… What, seventeen people?”
“More or less.”
“So should we just invite them all right now?”
Skeppy grinned, sliding in between the two. “Why not? We can finally put that new limo to use when we go to pick them up.”
“Vouch,” Techno piped up. “I want to ride in the limo.”
“Okay then! We’ll invite them and get everyone who agrees to come plane tickets to arrive on the same day so we can pick them up in one trip.” Dream grinned. “Are we ready for the house to become even more chaotic?”
Everyone cheered.
Dream’s grin widened. This really had been a good idea.
He made a mental note to go thank the twitter user who’d introduced him to the idea.
And everyone else in the replies. He couldn’t wait until he could do secret santa and prank wars and pool parties with everyone else.
He really, really couldn’t wait.
Large groups weren’t uncommon. Celebrities weren’t necessarily uncommon either. Limo’s also weren't considered rare at airport pickup lanes.
Now a combination of those three, definitely was rare.
And it most definitely hadn’t been what Dan had been expecting to see when he’d arrived at the airport for his shift.
Now, the start of his shift had been relatively boring. The usual travel duos, small families, and the occasional club group of sorts getting picked up by a normal car or getting a taxi to their designations.
And then he watched a group of twenty or so people exit the airport, all of them looking different levels of tired and sleep deprived. At first, Dan thought they were one of those school travel groups. But then he realized that a few of them looked oddly familiar. He brushed off the feeling, thinking that they probably looked like one of his cousins or something.
And then a limo pulled up.
Okay, pretty normal. Not normal normal, but something that happened often enough not to be considered out of place.
But it didn’t stop there. Out stepped someone who was well known through the youtube community; Mr. Beast.
Now this should’ve been where the craziness ended. But that clearly wasn’t how the world worked, because two more rather well known minecraft players stepped out as well. Skeppy and Philza Minecraft, to be a little more specific.
They began waving over the group of people Dan had seen earlier, and it hit him that the reason why some of them had looked familiar was because they were familiar.
Dan decided that he’d seen enough for the day.
He considered walking up and saying hello, but decided against it.
As he watched them load up the remaining suitcases and drive off, he wondered what could’ve possibly led to having so many people gather together for this.
Dan smiled. Whatever it was, he hoped that they had fun.
A welcome party might’ve not been the best idea.
Though, to Skeppy’s defense, parties were rarely a bad idea. Especially if they were welcome parties! What could possibly go wrong at one of those?
Well. A lot of things, apparently.
Honestly, Skeppy should’ve expected at least something to go wrong when he’d decided to throw a party for seventeen newcomers, half of whom were sleep deprived and ready to commit anarchy if they were to be provoked at the wrong time.
But no, Skeppy had simply gone on and thrown a huge party to welcome them to the huge house they were moving into.
Now, the start of it had gone relatively well. They greeted everyone, showed them to their rooms, and began the fun. Some of them had chosen to go straight to sleep, but most had stuck around. And, like most parties Skeppy threw, it started with a surprise.
Dream started the party off by throwing an unnecessary amount of confetti into the air and downing a shot of vodka. Everyone else cheered and began diving into the condiments, settling down in kitchen chairs and in the spacious living room.
Okay, wait. Hold on.
Why did Dream have vodka?
Skeppy didn’t remember having vodka on the list of party drinks. Bad wasn’t big on alcohol and Skeppy had doubted anyone would want to drink heavily at a welcome party, so the most he’d done was get a few beers. Where’d the vodka come from? And- okay, were those cocktail mixes?
Skeppy sighed. So much for a chill party. He didn’t even know who’d put the drinks there - likely Dream, considering his bottle of vodka from earlier. Or just someone wanting an excuse to drink. Skeppy wasn’t sure.
“Skeppy! I thought we agreed on light alcohol only!”
“We did!” Skeppy exclaimed, throwing his hands up in protest. “Someone just put out a bunch more drinks when I wasn’t looking and now it’s too late to get rid of them!
Bad eyed him suspiciously. He didn’t blame him - after all, trolling and lightheartedly lying to him was pretty common. Skeppy sighed and took out his phone, handing it to him with the party planning notes open.
“Here, here are the plans and lists I made for this! See, beer is the only alcoholic beverage on there! I swear everything else was put there by someone else.”
Bad skimmed the notepad, frowning but nodding as he sighed. “We’re going to end up with so many drunk people.”
Skeppy nodded solemnly. “We definitely are.”
“You’re not going to be one of them, right?” Bad asked, knowing that he would definitely at least get tipsy despite how he answered. Skeppy grinned, patting his shoulder.
“I won’t drink, I swear.”
“Promise?”
“No,” Skeppy responded automatically. “I don’t want to make a promise I’m probably going to break.”
“Aww,” Vurb said from behind them. “Isn’t that sweet.”
Skeppy and Bad jumped, Skeppy immediately sending a half hearted glare towards his direction. “What?!”
“Nothing, nothing,” Vurb waved him off, almost sassily leaning against the kitchen counter and smirking at them. “It’s nothing.”
Bad smiled. “How was your trip?”
“It was good!” Vurb replied. “I got lost at the airport twice but that’s irrelevant. I’m just super excited to be here!”
“Yeah!” Bad agreed, happily engaging in the conversation. Skeppy left them, moving on to say hello to everyone else.
Meanwhile, Dream wasn’t the only one drinking a bit aggressively. Fundy and Wilbur had also gotten themselves drinks alongside quite a few others, including but not limited to Red, Sam, Puffy, and George.
Sapnap had started a never have I ever drinking game, and at least half of the people had agreed to participate. It already looked chaotic, with Dream and George already giggling in the corner, Wilbur ranting about something, Tommy attempting to either murder or bribe Techno, and a good third of them already drinking quite heavily. Ranboo looked ready to pass out, since he had taken it upon himself to make sure no one somehow hurt themselves whilst drunk. Skeppy had decided on simply watching, wanting to at least stay somewhat sober for Bad.
Sapnap banged on the coffee table in a means of getting everyone’s attention. Everyone quieted save for the few people still in the kitchen, giving Sapnap their full attention.
“So. I’m sure you guys are aware that we’re playing never have I ever; the drinking version. Obviously the three - wait, Ranboo, are you playing? No? Okay, well, obviously, the two minors, Tommy and Tubbo, will not be drinking alcohol. Chances are, this is going to get a bit hectic, so if you want to leave, do it now.”
“And if you don’t want to answer a few questions, that's okay!” Dream added, giggling. “Just say no and we’ll understand. Consent is the number one rule here!”
Sapnap pointed at Dream. “Yes. That. Alright, that being said, shall we begin the fun?”
Everyone cheered. Sapnap grinned.
“Alright, I’ll start us off. Remember, if you have done said thing, you take a drink. If you haven’t, sit there and be lame. Okay. Never have I ever fallen in love with someone through the internet.”
Ant, Red, and Dream immediately took a sip from their drinks. After a slight hesitance, George took a sip as well.
Sapnap raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you, Karl, and Quackity have to drink too?” Fundy asked.
“Depends. Does a mostly platonic relationship count?”
Everyone shrugged.
“I say you drink anyway,” Wilbur grinned, “It’s more fun.”
Sapnap shrugged, taking a sip. Karl and Quackity followed his lead, lifting their cups up to their mouths and drinking.
“Okay,” Sapnap said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Dream, you go next.”
Dream’s response was almost automatic. “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”
Wilbur took a sip, sending Dream a glare. Quackity drank some too, laughing.
“Huh. I thought more of you guys would’ve gone skinny dipping before.” Dream shrugged thoughtfully. “Oh well. Techno, you go next.”
Techno cracked his knuckles, leaning back in his seat and sighing. “Never have I ever skipped school.”
Almost everyone immediately reached for their cups. Dream took three swigs, laughing, and nearly choking on his drink in the process. Quackity just watched them with mild horror in his eyes.
“Quackity, you’ve never skipped school before?”
“No?!”
“Nerd!”
“Techno, you’re literally an english major, you can’t call me a nerd.”
“At least I’ve skipped school before.”
“Okay, I’m leaving. This is bullying.”
Everyone laughed, Karl grabbing Quackity’s arm to prevent him from being able to leave. “Who’s going next?”
Techno looked around the room, thoroughly considering his choices before deciding on Eret.
“Never have I ever questioned my heterosexuality.”
He immediately took a sip, chuckling. Ant and Red followed, laughing.
Dream, after a clear moment of hesitance, reached for his bottle and took a small swig.
George also took a quick sip, but he went unnoticed.
Eret pointed at Tommy. “Go ahead, Tommy.”
“Ah, yes. I’ve been waiting for my turn.” Tommy laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Never have I ever used a twitch prime on twitch dot tv slash tommyinnit.”
Tubbo took multiple sips of his coke. Techno and Wilbur both drank to it as well.
“Fuck yeah! Let’s go! Everyone use twitch prime!”
Collective whoops of agreement filled the room. “Twitch prime!”
“Tubbo, my man! Big Law! Take it away!”
“Okay! Never have I ever been rejected! Relationship wise, because the number of times my school research topics have been rejected is just plain rude.”
Nearly everyone reached for their drinks, sighing. Techno laughed.
“Losers!”
“Techno, you’ve never been in a relationship, you can’t say shit!”
“Exactly. If you’re never searchin’ for a relationship you won’t ever get rejected. Done. Problem solved.”
“He had a point,” Tubbo confirmed. “Gogy, you can go next!”
“Oh, me?” George sighed. “Okay. Um, what’s a good question…”
“Just go with the first thing that you think of!”
“Okay, okay. Never have I ever gotten drunk to the point that you couldn’t remember what you did while you were drinking.”
“Is this targeted at me or something?” Fundy asked exasperatedly, taking a swig as Wilbur sighed and took a sip along with him. Karl and Punz also drank, Karl sighing deeply as he did so.
They went on like this for quite a bit, Ranboo slowly switching out their alcohol for water whenever they asked for refills. Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno left halfway through. Eret and several others who hadn’t been participating in the game also left with them, yawning and bidding goodnight to those who planned on staying up.
Karl had passed out on the beanbag remarkably early on. He had, to no one’s surprise, been a lightweight. Fundy and Wilbur were both on their way there as well, though they still had ways to go.
George and Sapnap were now dancing on the table, Dream watching them (read: literally just George) with a bit of an awed look. He was also holding Sapnap’s phone, recording them via Sapnap’s request. Some random song was being semi-blasted through the kitchen and living room, keeping everything lively despite half of the people being drunk and half-passed out.
“Hey, Wilbur, what if you went skinny dipping again?”
“Okay, no,” Ranboo interrupted almost immediately, sounding a little irritated and beyond exhausted, steering Fundy towards a corner and handing him a pillow. “No. You are now in the time out corner for ten minutes. Please remain silent during said duration unless you want your time to be extended.”
Ranboo left him, returning not even a minute later with a water bottle. “Here,” He said, handing the bottle to an extremely drowsy Fundy. “Drink this as well.”
Fundy nodded, complying and chugging half of the bottle almost immediately. He looked at it with a confused look that quite obviously read, is this alcohol or not? But proceeded to immediately dismiss the thought and chug some more. Ranboo sighed, moving to hand Wilbur a water bottle as well.
“Hey, Dream,” George giggled from behind him. “I’m bored. I want to do something.”
Ranboo sighed again, turning to look at them. George, like he had been for the past who knows how long, was clinging onto Dream like a koala, (he was a clingy drunk, apparently,) hugging him tightly with his face pressed into his green hoodie, smiling contently and giggling every few seconds. Dream had his arm wrapped around him, holding him close.
Ranboo huffed. Somehow, Dream and George had gotten the most wasted of all of them and he somewhat regretted giving most of his attention to Wilbur and Fundy.
“We should go out and play on the trampoline,” Dream said. George gasped, nodding.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Ranboo watched as they got up and began running towards their backyard, stumbling and pointlessly shushing each other. Ranboo ran a hand down his face, giving up entirely for the night and just letting them go, praying that they didn’t accidentally hurt themselves.
Sapnap let out a low chuckle from where he was sitting. “They’re actual idiots,” He muttered fondly. “Wait, I need a picture of them. I’m going to put it on twitter and get so much clout. Or questions. Or both, I don’t really care. Ow, my head. God, I’m gonna have a headache tomorrow, aren’t I?”
Ranboo just handed him a water bottle robotically. Sapnap thanked him, twisting the cap off and chugging a bit of it before pulling out his phone and following Dream and George out into the terribly lit backyard. Laughter could be heard seeping through the open door, the occasional yelp and scream indicating that it was indeed George and Dream out there.
“I hate it here,” Ranboo moaned. “Why do I put up with this. Why do I let myself suffer through this. Why, just why.”
Bad came up and handed him a soda, patting his back sympathetically. “You’ll get used to it eventually. Though I do feel bad; they’re kind of difficult to control.”
“You don’t say,” Ranboo grumbled. “They’re like a group of preschoolers who have the sass level of a high school rebel. At this point I think trying to control them wasted is easier than trying to control them tipsy or mediocre drunk. That made no sense. Oh well.”
“You did a good job, don’t worry,” Philza offered, patting Ranboo’s shoulder. “Dealing with drunk people isn’t the easiest thing to do. You’ve done well.”
‘Thank you,” Ranboo said.
Philza nodded. “Would you like to go to bed? We can clean up here.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Ranboo replied, shaking his head. “I can stay and help, no worries. I’m not that tired anyway, just a bit mentally done with basically everyone here.”
“I felt that,” Bad said, sighing as he guided a half asleep Skeppy towards the stairs. “One sec, I’ll be right back. Skeppy doesn’t want to walk up the stairs by himself.”
“Those two are totally clueless too,” Philza declared as soon as they were out of hearing range. Ranboo snorted, setting down his can of sprite and stretching out his arms a bit. “Definitely.”
“You should probably go check on Dream and the gang; they’ve been outside for a bit and personally, I wouldn’t trust them being outside by themselves for more than five minutes when they’re drunk.”
“Oh, wait, you’re probably right,” Ranboo answered. “I’ll be right back.”
He left to go check on said people, rubbing his eyes a bit and sticking his hands in his pockets in an attempt to keep them warm. Dream and George both appeared to have collapsed into giggles on the trampoline, Sapnap standing a little ways away from them taking picture after picture after picture. Ranboo sighed, mentally suiting up to get them back inside.
He took a few steps forward, clearing his throat and getting ready to call out, only to be elbowed harshly in the side. He glanced down; Sapnap was glaring at him, a finger pressed against his lips to tell him to shut up.
Ranboo raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly confused until he followed his gaze back to the trampoline.
Dream and George were acting like children, jumping around and giggling like idiots. They were stumbling slightly, but appeared to be having the time of their lives
Sapnap let out a short, breathy laugh from beside him.
“It’s sweet, isn’t it?” he whispered, a caring expression flickering across his features momentarily, before it reappeared and seemed to camp there. “Look,” he murmured.
Ranboo’s eyes snapped back to the trampoline, and a smile found its way into his face at the sight.
The both of them appeared to have fallen over completely at some point, and were now seated next to each other, Dream with an arm around George’s shoulders and the other raised towards the sky, pointing out - what Ranboo guessed were - various constellations to him.
Sapnap nudged him with his shoulder, nodding back towards the house.
“They’ll be alright,” he vowed. “Let’s go. I’m cold.”
The both of them cast one final look before turning, heading back towards the house and being greeted with quite a shock the moment they walked through the door.
Fundy appeared to have fallen asleep, and Wilbur was creeping towards him with a marker in his hand.
Well, Ranboo knew where this was going.
It was going to be a long night.