More OT!Discduo cottage core shenanigans
<Tommy building a tree house for no reason and enlisting forcing the help of Dream to build it>
"Hey, can you gather more wood, the stash's empty." The younger blond asks as he closes the double chest.
"How is the wood already used up? what have you been doing with it?" Dream pops out of the stove oven, turning his upper torso to face Tommy as he questions him.
"Well i'm building a tree house and also, what are you doing?" Tommy replies before skating across the uneven floor to dig into the cupboards for a snack.
"I'm fixing this hunk'a'junk, won't turn on." Dream added to this by knocking on the side of the stove's white exterior.
"Did'ya try using gas?" Tommy asked absentmindedly, pulling out a stored apple and looking over it in distaste.
This made Dream freeze, "Oh, didn't think of that." He crawled out fully from inside the oven, green hoodie covered in light gray ash.
"I feel like that would be the first thing you think about." Tommy pointed out, shrugging after inspecting and biting into the apple. Dream dusted his hands and patted the top of the stove, sighing.
"Well, I was busy helping the village after someone almost burned it down with glitter, so it might have slipped my mind, yeah." Dream replied, looking pointedly at an unbothered Tommy who spat out apple skin. Dream recoiled as Tommy continued eating the apple and spitting out skin like a toddler.
"Did you wash that?-" Dream askes, pointing towards the apple. Tommy freezes, mid-bite, like a deer in headlights before slowly continuing, still staring into dreams soul.
"Anyyyways, why did you decide to build a tree house, and out of the wood I gathered?" Tommy then returns to normal, shrugging and spitting out apple skin.
"It's simple really, I saw a cool tree, I saw the money-making vision, and I went for it." Tommy says matter-of-factly.
"Great." Dream doesnt even try to argue that there is no money to be made out of it, but knows that Tommy wont change his mind.
"Also, you're helping."
"What, no i'm not!"
Tommy spits out Apple skin.
"Of course you are!" Tommy randomly throws the half-eaten apple behind him, and it clips into the backrooms or something because where the fuck did it go. He then pulls out a wooden axe and an iron axe.
"Here ya go!" He gives Dream the wooden one.
"This is literally falling apart; you suck at making tools."
"oh, fuck you."