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It’s late at Crypto Caste and Imp yawns tiredly in his fluffy onesie pajamas, he’d been desperately fighting to stay awake for the last hour. Entrapta smiles and kisses him on the head before tucking the tired tyke into bed with his favourite cuddly toy. She carefully steps out of his room using her hair, moving the door ever so slowly as to not wake him taking one last peek for the day before heading to her own room.
“Oh I see you’re ready already,” she exclaims.
Hordak is sitting topless on their shared bed with a small tray of tools laid out on a towel beside him.
“Ah yes, for once Emily choose a short story for bedtime,” he chuckled. “Shall we begin?”
Every few months Entrapta performs this maintenance on Hordak’s ports. He’d do it himself but he can’t get a helpful angle to work with and the machines he built to do the task have always caused him pain.
She begins by applying numbing cream to the skin around his neck port before starting on the ports on his chest. Using tweezers to first remove stray hairs - usually her’s - and anything else that got lodged, alcoholic cotton swabs to clean, tighten up any loose sections and on rare occasions replace the entire metal casing.
He feels it’s demeaning for her to perform such a task but she relishes the hands-on scientific discoveries she makes on clone ports up close. On rare occasions on the deeper ports she even catches a glimpse of his internal organs moving with his breathing.
She works on his most sensitive port last - the neck port. Even with the cream numbing the area he still flinches slightly as she removes stray hairs (his own for a change) which get stuck on the damaged wiring on the way out. She’s given up suggesting to replace this port as he always refuses.
“And that’s the last one!” She exclaims while dropping the last hair into the tray
Hordak rolls his shoulders, “ah…that feels so much better. I once again owe my life to you.”
She places the tweezer with the other tools with her hair and uses her arms to hug him from behind.
“Oh quit your drama you big old grumpypants, this is all part and parcel of the whole I love you package. You look after me…” she leans in closer and kisses his cheek ”…and I look after you”