#all my music didnt vibe i have a fever my hand aches something fierce buT I'LL GET IT OUT EVEN IF I HAVE TO SPIT BLOOD

[magnusbae]

@tharkuun:

#in retrospect the prolonged eye contact is a bit of a give away

@starklystar​:

#do you know how well this FITS #comedy being a way to tell stories too #and it being a catharsis in a lot of ways #and it being a way to understand life #and to love it again for all its crazy ridiculousness #and hob's humor which would be all kinds of dark and dry and witty #would be the kind of reminder #to smile #that dream would understand #that dream would enjoy #also hob jokes about 'so i had this dream last night' #and dream would absolutely have a crisis over the way #hob says his name aksdksdk

It’s intended as human au, however can also be seen as modern canon UA.

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The first time Dream had visited this particular bar, it was by chance.

He remembers how he felt that day, he also remembers how much of that lifted off of his shoulders once he had the presence of mind to focus on the annoying commotion that was ongoing for the past half hour in the bar he had settled in.

He snorted, startled by the dry, witty humor delivered with such an easy smile. He watched the rest of the, it seems, Stand Up show until the end of it.

And he came nearly weekly since. 

It lifts his spirits in ways he wishes not to disclose to anyone but himself.

On occasion, when he comes and there’s no familliar laughter in the space of the old bar, he’d feel a disappointment so heavy it colors his entire day black. Other times, well. Other times he’s smiling more than he had in a month and feeling light in the chest on his way home.

At times, Dream could swear that he— Hob, his name is Hob— is looking right at him as he makes another amused, self deprecating joke about his unrequited crush shenanigans. That, that was going on for a while now. Dream took note.

What a fool, Dream thinks. Of Hob, or perhaps, of this mysterious crush of his that had taken more and more time of each show Hob holds. Wouldn’t it be more reasonable to approach them and get this over with? Or Perhaps... 

Dream stops himself, there is no reason for him to speculate on the nature of said crush, that could, in truth be simply a made up persona for the show.

Besides the point, he had never spoken with the man, therefore, there is no reason for him to...

“And really,” Hob’s voice breaks Dream’s increasingly brooding thoughts “how is one to approach their beautiful mysterious crush—who’s name, mind you, they don’t even know?” and then, Hob looks straight up, right at Dream.

“I’m supposed to what?” Hob asks, good spirited as ever “Just look at them and say ‘You’re Tall, Goth and Pretty—and I’m a Hob’?” Hob grins then, disarmingly “Please, oh please, let me take you out for a drink? Or a coffee? I’m not picky, really.” he’s grinning wider as he speaks, eyebrows raising in a question, keeping the eye contact long enough to.... pass the point. 

Hob turns then, back to the rest of his crowd, laughing with them about his ‘Hob-ness’ and his standing chances with such and that Goth royalty. 

And Dream? Dream has to look down, as to not show the faint hint of flush on his cheeks. It seems, well, it seems that he was the crush, all along. 

Comedian!Hob au Hob is like the only person on earth that actually makes Dream chuckle. It becomes a personal challenge for Hob to ALWAYS make that gloomy looking Goth guy in the back amused. His personal goal? Get him to, honest to god, laugh out loud. They both are a little obsessed with each other without ever speaking once. Hob's material starts including more and more "So my crush and I" and references to "Tall, Goth and Pretty" and he wonders how much he could sneak before it becomes abundantly obvious that yes, yes I'm talking to you mysterious bane of my existence in the back.