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C is fucking exhausted.
Not that he’d show it, considering the fact that he still isn’t on speaking terms with K, therefore meaning no help. Nope. None. Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch.
If he were in his right mind, he’d get Spike to go talk to her, but he stubbornly insists on doing everything himself. He doubts that fox (literally) would even help him anyways.
He greets Baseplate with a half-hearted wave as he passes, just trying to do his rounds of inspecting the borders of their (small, in the context of the void being infinite) area they call home. The cat-like creature spares him a relatively unreadable glance as they pass one another, which C’s tired mind attributes to how they normally are.
By the time he actually gets to the border, though, he feels like he’s going to collapse. His head hurts, everything feels awful, and he doesn’t really know if he was cut out for this job.
He hears a person behind him far before they announce their presence, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around. “Boo!”
C doesn’t even flinch, his brain not having really caught up with what’s going on. He blinks sluggishly once, twice, before smiling slightly. “Hey, F.”
F, rather dramatically as per usual, lifts up his fringe to inspect C with a judgemental eye. “Now, what is going on with my handsome little CC?” He huffs, cupping the cat’s face. “And don’t you dare lie. You’re terrible at lying.”
C pushes F’s hands off of him gently, taking a look at his notes and jotting down that the borders are safe. “I’m fine,” He sighs, though his words clearly aren’t convincing. “I need to go home and send in my report for today, so...”
“Have someone else do it,” F replies. “Clearly, you need sleep.”
“I’m fine,” C repeats, attempting to walk off, though the movement is a little too sudden, and he falls, blacking out as he hits the ground.
When he regains consciousness, he’s in his bed. C tries to get up, but he’s forced back onto his, well, back, again by F. “Nope, you are not getting up.”
“My report...” He mumbles, and F strokes his head.
“I had Teacup send it in,” He says, wrapping his arms around C. “We’re cuddling, okay? Get some rest.”
C sighs, relaxing into F’s arms. Maybe he could rest, just for a while.