Philocaly | THE SEQUEL

"Alright, first things first. We need to set some ground rules." George announces,  screen sharing to Sapnap and Dream with the notepad.

"This is so stupid." Sapnap muttered, Dream chuckling a bit.

"What ground rules, do we need?"

"A lot more than you think," George responds without a second thought.

Dream had just got home from his moms house again, and now he has to sit at his computer with Patches in his lap and talk with other grown men to set ground rules for George and Sapnap's second Florida visit.

"Number one," George began, "when we touch each other, it's only for hugging. Got that, Dream?"

"Number two, George has to stay in his own fucking bed." Sapnap teases, defending Dream.

"Nick! Shut the hell up!" George yells through his mic.

"Anyways-"

"Number three, George isn't aloud to get horny for tall Florida man." Sapnap interrupts again.

"Will you stop that?" Dream asks as Sapnap is laughing his ass off.

"Okay, fine. I'll stop."

George sighs. "Okay-"

"Number four-"

Both Dream and George groan as Sapnap starts laughing even harder.

"Alright, fine." George says, his mouse clicking away from notes. "Let's just privately make mental notes of our own ground rules then."

While Sapnap and George start bickering, Dream turns his full attention to Patches.

He pats her head cutely.

"Hello, baby." He whispers, completely forgetting he's unmuted.

"Ayo?" Sapnap says loudly, pressing the mic right up to his lips.

"I was talking to my cat you dirty bitch." He reaffirms.

George snorts.

"What? Did you think I was talking to you, George?"

"Tea." Sapnap interjects.

"No," he scoffs, "of course not."

"Mhm." Dream retorts.

"Damn, I wish Karl was here." Sapnap says, hanging up the call before anyone could respond.

"Dick," George mutters.

"I know right."

"No, I'm not talking about him."

"What? Why am I a dick?"

"You always do that. Randomly flirt with me when I never see it coming." George sighs.

Patches jumps from Dreams lap.

"I can't help it."

"I know. You aren't able to control yourself when I'm around."

Cocky.

"You're right," Dream can't refrain from what comes out of his mouth. He can't decide what tone that will push George over the edge.

"Stop," George pleads, his breath taken aback.

"I didn't do anything."

"You keep talking low like that."

"What?" He asks. "Like this?" Dreams gravely voice goes lower.

"Yes! That! Now stop."

"Okay." Even lower.

George knows that if he speaks Dream will just go back to teasing and lowering his voice. He sits there helplessly. Like a little puppy. Unable to do anything.