Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

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OK, Hob thinks. So his friend can transform into animals. Noted, got it. Any animal, slightly taller then average. With jet black hair, slightly otherworldly eyes and a keen sense of awareness is most likely Dream. He’s not going to let the smug git get the jump on him next time. Oh no, turn around is fair play. He’s going to be the one sneaking up on him and saying, with his most devil may care attitude, ‘Hello Dream’ .

So when, one evening while heading for his car, he spots a large dog, dark as midnight, hanging round campus. Carefully regarding each student as they go about their business. He knows this is the chance he’s been waiting for. Up he saunters, grin on his face. Leans down and says, *Hello Dr…“ (actually, there’s too many people floating round here to just toss his friends name about)” Hello D, fancy seeing you here.“

Dracula can truthfully say that it is rare in this day and age he finds himself perplexed. But when a university professor, wrapped in tweed, interrupts his hunt, calls him by name and invites him back to his home for a cuppa. Well, who is he to pass up the invitation. This is the most entertaining thing that’s happened to him since the 19th century…

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