"George."

George closed his eyes, smiling at the familiar sound of Dream saying his name in a sleepy mumble. It was a sound he heard most mornings and most nights, seeing that they fell asleep on call together more often than not these last few months of waiting for his visa.

"Dream," George answered, turning around to face the back seat. Dream was already staring at him with the dopiest smile George had ever seen in his life.

"You're here," Dream murmured, his voice nearly drowned out by the whirling sound of air rushing through the vents. George leaned against his seat while still contorting himself to face Dream.

"I'm home," George smiled.

Maybe next time you and your team will just run away instead of turning around and getting farmed for kills. Better luck next time kid.

You killed Dingleberry, we had a conversation, I had to get revenge

run run run as fast as you can

In case you find this dude, just know - He uses aimbot and ESP because he's shooting from hundreds of yards away through multiple buildings when nobody has made a sound. You and your 6 star boys need to go touch grass. It stinks you have to ruin it for everyone else. Go play animal crossing and leave gaming to actual gamers.