#look..........

Dream pushed a tangled piece of hair back. The sandy blonde strands tried to stick behind the ear with the chunk taken out of it but gave up after a few seconds. Dream tried one more time then gave up as well.

"Can I tell you something?"

The hesitancy in the words made Techno think this was A Serious Something but with Dream it was hard to tell. He stretched his arms out.

"Sure, man, what's up?"

A twitch crossed Dream's face, mouth coming close to a frown before being pressed into a thin line. The prison cell was silent except for the sizzle and pop of the lava.

"Alright, look-" Dream shifted and swallowed and fell silent. It was the hallmark of A Serious Something. Techno leaned forward. "Look, if- if I tell you, you can't laugh, okay?"

An uneasy feeling settled on Techno's stomach: what could've been done in the prison that was serious but Dream thought Techno would find a laughing matter? He cleared his throat and scooted a little closer.

"Is it about your fan fiction, Dream? I won't judge, I won't judge. I swear."

The worried expression disappeared from Dream's face.

"Oh my god, I don't- I don't write fanfic, Techno! I- You're so annoying." Dream tugged on that same strand of hair. "You know what, never mind."

Guilt and uneasiness was not a combination Techno particularly liked. He put a hand on Dream's knee and squeezed.

"Nah, don't be like that. I'm sorry, Dream, alright? You can tell me and I won't laugh, cross my heart." Silence. Techno nudged his shoulder against Dream's. "I was just teasin' you, y'know, a little mood lightener. I'm not gonna laugh, man."

Dream nodded, still silent, face still serious. Techno waited.

"I think I'm a woman," she said.

Techno blinked.

"Really? That's cool, that's cool." He winced. "Oh, dang, sorry about the whole 'man' thing."

Dream exhaled and it almost sounded like a laugh. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards into a crooked grin.

"No, that's- like. That's fine. I don't care. You call everyone that."

"True, true," said Techno, nodding slowly. He put an arm around Dream's shoulders and pulled her into a brief side hug. A morbid, funny thought tickled his mind. "Bruh... I can't believe Tommy got killed by a woman."

remember when joe came up with like a dozen new characters but only really gave a shit about three and a half of them??

“Alright, alright. I’m here.” 

   You’d think the commander of the Deliverance would be treated with just a little more respect-- And normally, he would be! Instead, Clive’s met with the emerald eyed mercenary leaning languidly against the entrance to the war room’s doorway with folded arms. Oh, he knows he’s probably in big trouble for picking fights amongst the ranks, but hey-- No one, no matter where they’re from or their walk of life, is going to bully and harass their fellow soldiers in front of him if Nick has anything to say about it!