#the drew queue

phil: here, here’s a coat, it gets pretty cold here in the arctic empire

techno: i’m a grown ass man, i think i can handle a little cold

[approximately 10 seconds later]

George didn’t even look up from Twitter. “No.”

“Yes it is! That-” Dream wheezed. “That shirt’s way too big on you!”

“It’s mine!” George tried to act defensive, but he was barely holding back a grin.

“Wha-what did you do, go into my closet and steal my shirt?” Dream was practically cackling now, and Patches fearfully jumped off of George’s lap.

“No, it was in the laundry!” He smiled at Dream cheekily, and Dream lunged for him, both of them laughing wildly.

“Give it back George!!”

“No, it’s mine now, you can’t have it anymore!”

George danced out of Dream’s grasp, taunting him with a stupid face.

Dream chased his best friend around the living room, only barely missing George.

Then George tripped, falling backwards onto the couch. Dream landed on top of him, their faces inches apart. 

They stared at each other, faces flushed wildly, breathing heavily.

Dream got up, dusting himself off. “You can keep it.”

“W-what?”

“You can keep the shirt.” he said, walking back into the kitchen. 

techno stares you down and says, “you don’t kill a god, you kill for a god.” he goes silent, remembering the blood on his hands, the chair made of skulls, the screams and curses of the ones he has slain.

tommy doesn’t answer. he’s thinking of wars and fighting and explosions and how one man, one inhuman, powerful, deity, lived through all of that. he knows you can’t kill a god. he doesn’t know why you would try.

phil reminds you, “one person can’t take down a god. you need a team. keep your friends close.” he looks over his shoulder at ranboo, then turns back to you and drops his voice. “keep your friends close, and from one warrior to another, give him hell.”