"Tommy! Where are you? I'm going to give you a haircut!"
( @dr3am-th3-g0d )
Tommy climbs up out of the mine, covered in coal dust.
"O-oh, hey Dream!!!!"
"Your hair is getting way too long. I think you need a haircut. How short do you want it?"
Dream goes over to a log to sit on it.
"Wh-whatever feels right f-for you......" Tommy says softly, coming over and sitting next to Dream.
"Above or below shoulders?"
"A-above please...." Tommy says, wings instinctively laying themselves across the man's lap as if asking to be preened.
"Above or below chin?"
Above
"I'm going to guess above the ears too?"
"Just at the tips of the ears, please."
"Alright."
Dream starts to cut away at the hair, not bothering to brush it first, or caring if it was uneven.
"Have you been behaving?"
*O-of course Dream! Why wouldn't i?" *Tommy says cheerfully.*
"You have a habit of misbehaving."
Dream responded, being careful to avoid accidently grazing Tommy's skin with the scissors.
*Tommy cringes whenever the scissors come close to his skin.
"Stop moving."
*His feathers puff up slightly as he flinches again.* "S-sorry...."
"You're not sorry."
"I-I'm just uncomfortable w-with the clippers so close to my s-s-skin...." Tommy says softly.
"Stop whining."
He set the scissors aside, having finished the haircut.
"S-sorry..." Tommy says softly, pressing his wings back, pushing them into the man's hands. "P-preen me?" He asks softly, feathers fluffing gently.
Dream bounced his leg up and down, mildly annoyed, but he knew he had to play the long game to break down Tommy completely.
"Fine."
He was gentle with preening the teenager's wings, careful not to hurt him.
Tommy visibly relaxes, cooing softly. He leans forwards, resting his head in his arms and lays on his stomach, cooing deeply as he goes all limp. Guard completely down.
Dream ignored the way his brain urged him to hurt Tommy.
"Are you sure you aren't hiding anything from me?"
"Of course Dream, why would I be hiding anything from you?"
"Are you sure you aren't hiding items? Food, maybe? Maybe weapons..?"
"O-o-of course n-not Dream!"
"You're lying."
He yanked Tommy's feathers, purposely hurting the teen.
"Why are you lying?"
*Tommy yelps, immediately trying to get up.* "I'm not! I swear it!!!"
Dream pushed Tommy back down, holding him there with a boot.
"Hm... is that so?"
"Yes! Y-yes! I promise!!!!"
Dream let Tommy go.
"Okay, I trust you aren't lying."
Tommy lets out a frightened peep, wings all puffed up and rumpled.
"Dramatic much?"
Dream moved over to the grass.
"Hm, maybe I should have you throw your things in?"
"No! I-i'm sorry! I-i-i'm sorry, ww-what d-did I do? I-i-i didn't mean t-to!" Tommy says softly, trying his best to make his wings stop puffing and flaring to make himself look bigger.
"Oh, now you're physically threatening me? Oh, you are definitely putting your things in the hole."
Dream dug out a small hole.
"No! No! I'm sorry! Ill do better! Please don't take my things!!" Tommy begs him, tears slowly rolling down his face as he starts shaking.
