"Dream, you're really starting to worry me. Are you okay?"
"No."
Ink sighs and sits down next to me. He doesn't know what to do with himself, clearly.
"Dream... Talk to me. What's with you?"
What am I supposed to say to him? "Sorry, Ink, but I think I'm totally in love with your crappy adopted brother and screw up around him no matter what I do"? Like heck was I gonna say that!
"Uhm... No, I meant I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"When someone tells you not to worry about something, it usually means it's something they should worry about. You clearly aren't okay. What's wrong?"
I sigh, refusing to look at Ink and instead focusing my gaze on the giant portrait of me, Ink, and Blue that hangs on the living room wall. We look so happy in it that whenever I look at it, I smile.
"Dream, stop stalling."
"You can't force me to tell you, Ink. That's immoral."
"Oh, shut up..."
He stares at the wall, too. "Well... If you want to talk, let me know. I'm always willing to listen."
"Thanks, Ink."
🐁ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴛs🐁
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ
sᴜᴘ, ʏ'ᴀʟʟ?
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀss, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ
ɴᴏ, ᴜ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴇᴏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ
sᴛᴏᴘ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ
ɢᴜʏs.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴅᴜsssssᴛᴛᴛ????!!!!
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴇᴏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ
ɴᴏ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴇᴏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ
😘😜
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ
ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴛᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ? ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
ɪ ᴅᴜɴɴᴏ. ɪᴛ's ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴɢ
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴇᴏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ
ᴜʜᴍ... ʀᴇғʀɪɢᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ.
🐁ʀᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ
ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. 👍
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ιи уσυя ∂яєαмѕ ||¢яєαм
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