Dale flinches at the venom in his tone. "I'm sorry, I don't have my glasses with me today." He pulls out of his ass.
Dream calms down visibly at this. "Oh." Maybe he's not the one and he's just here blowing off his top at a stranger. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."
Dale goes quiet, confused. Should he correct the mistake and get in trouble or should he just go with it?
He glances down to see Jasmine furiously patting down his dusty pants with unnecessary force and he gulps, the smaller Werewolf was really scary.
"What flower is that?" Dream blurts out, curious.
A part of him wants to make a full one-eighty degree turn to go grab his things and run home but it doesn't feel right to just go.
"Huh?" Dale murmurs, whiplashed by the question.
"Your tattoo, it doesn't look ugly, what kind of flower is it?"
