My “so long, nerds” experience
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thrifting and plushy
md dream after prison throated most of his clothes. People started to thrift more rather than fall under fast fashion, so he would regularly go out and get some proper clothes. A pair of pants here and there, a warm sweater around the corner, sports clothes he thrifted from his neighbour. One time he walked around a big one when somethign catches his eye. It’s a small stuffed animal. It looks well loved, one eye missing already, the fur looked matted and stitched multiple times by an amateur. It looked so… dumb, but something inside of him yelled at him to get it. Some unconscious feeling wanting the stuffed kitten to be his. He wants to buy it, looking at the guy who sells it who is yelling at someone through the phone about how they “shouldve taken the stuff if you cared” and how they “shouldve just cared more back then.” He gets the mans attention when he pics up the stuffy, fingers rubbing over the fur in a motion that feels weirdly nostalgic. The man looks at him with wide eys. “Clay?” Dream didnt react, confused as to what the man is saying. “Um, well, okay. I wanted to buy this, please” The man snapped out his trance, coughing before looking at the item and laughing. “Heh, keep it for free, it’s too worn down to sell it for any real money.” Dream tried to protest but the man yelled at someone on the phone to be quiet and continued yelling. Even tho dream did actually want to pay, he was kind fo glad he got the little stuffed kitty for free. He puts it in his backpack, making sure it’s in there safely before continuing to walk to next few stands, buying a few more items. The man was still yelling when dream was about to leave. This time yelling at a young man with blond hair, similar to dreams old hair, and an older woman with grey curly hair. They were yelling at him for selling his dead sons stuff without asking them if they wanted something to remember him. Another guy, brown hair and borader than the blond guy was crying about how he “lost patches” and “the stuffie was clays world”. Dream almost felt bad and wanted to give back the stuffie, but something inside of him stopped him. They can comfort eachother, he has noone, not even a stuffie, he can keep the comfort the stuffie gave him just this once. (He slept properly for the first time in months, the kitten tightly held in his arms while he slept. )
tipping
Md dream not understanding tip culture at first. A customer, a sweet old lady who comes in during the quiet hours where only dream is working while foolish is taking a power nap in the back. She orders multiple drinks to go for her grand children, sitting down on one of the bar stools waiting for the drinks while dream makes them. He cleans up the work space as well as a few of the tables while hes waiting for some of the drinks to warm up, get shaken, etc. He packs them up safely, making sure that none of the drinks could spill before putting them in a bag for the lady. “Wheres the tip option?” “Oh, just put it in this jar” she looked at him confused while he kept cleaning the counter, confused when she doesnt leave. “Do you need anything else-” “that jar is for general tipping.” “Eh, yeah, I guess.” “Are your he only one working today sweetheart?” “Oh! oh no, my coworker is in the back taking care of something-” “yeah, well that tip is just for you sweetie, if I put it in the jar, you both get it, but its just for you boy.” “Oh ehm, I dont I don’t know? I dont quite understand-” she put the 10 dollar bill in his hand, closing his hand around it. “You earned it boy, have a great day!” She leaves before dream could process properly. He writes it on a sticky note, putting it on the counter where foolish would see, the 10 dollar bill right next to it. Foolish explained it once he was awake, dream now still a bit reluctant but not confused about tips
Sapnap is clingy, so mdsapnap gotta suffer from the consequences. When they betrayed dream, sapnap didnt think about the consequences. Really, they didnt have time to think about it and in their teenage naivety they Agreed immediately. It was only once sapnap woke up alone in his bed, no dream no george close by for him to hold onto while the storm outside raised hell did he realise that he is incredibly lonely without dream. The other stayed over so often, knowing he wont be around for a long time scared sapnap. Sapnap started to write down whenever he missed dream, filling the pages with "*days* till you’re back", missing the others hugs more and more everyday. The pages right before he shouldve been released were filled the most, sapnap writing about hes excited to be with the other again. The pages were filled with paragraphs of pain when dream didnt get released, sapnap complaining with a heavy heart. “*days* since we lost you” filled the pages now, the pain and anger now replaced with regret and self hatred. The last pages of the notebook looked rough, scribble and aggressive scratches, pulled out pages and tear soaked pages. The book was heavy, filled with everything that sapnap regrets and misses
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