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*Frisk walks into the room, brushing their teeth.*
*Flowey peeks out from a dark corner in the room, as if he was waiting for them to come back.*
*Frisk grabs a book and sits down on the floor.*
*Flowey, in his weirdly snake-like glory, slithers onto Frisk's shoulders and eyes the book they're reading.*
*Frisk raises their hand to flip the page.*
*Flowey flips it for them.*
*Frisk side-eyes him questioningly.* "...?"
F:"No."
*Frisk puts their hand back down.*
s:"enjoying the company?"
F:"Even less."
s:"whatever you say."
*Frisk wonders if Flowey's reading too. He is looking at the book quite intently...*
T:"Frisk, you have 10 minutes left!"
f:"okayy"
F:"What! >:("
s:"hey, i thought you said you weren't interested."
F:"I did! I just... uhm! Hey, why don’t YOU read it, you’re just standing there!”
s:“i think you two are doing just fine on your own.”
F:"come ONNNN"
s:"i'm not really...the reading type."
F:"You read to the kid!"
s:"that's different."
F:"How!?"
s:"i also read to my brother, which is also different."
F:"You're avoiding the question!"
s:"hey, you can't shame me for something you do, can ya?"
F:"OH YES I CA-hey wai-I don't do that!"
s:"you're doin' it right now."
F:"NO I'M NOT!"
s:"8 minutes.”
F:"Wha-Frisk! Hurry up!"
*Frisk lifts up a page and keeps it there, holding in a laugh.*
F:“Frisssskk!!!” *Flowey attempts to forcefully turn it despite Frisk’s grip.*
*Frisk giggles and lets go of the page.*
F:“FINALLY-Now, read faster!”
*3 minutes later, Flowey seems to have curled closer to the human, no longer paying much mind to Sans.*
*In the nearby hallway, Toriel checked the time.* “Fi-oh-!-Four minutes left!”
F:“AWH, don’t you have anything BETTER to do???”
T:“Not particularly…”
F:“Nothing???”
T:“Nothing above getting you two to bed in time. Sleep is very important!”
F:“Wait-ME!?”
T:“Yes, you. Hee hee.”
F:“W-..?”
*Flowey looks at a wall, seeming to contemplate something for a moment, before turning back to the book and flipping a page.*
*Frisk didn’t even get to lift their hand yet, but at least they were about to. They have also been done brushing their teeth for quite a while now. They just never got up to put the toothbrush back.*
[a few minutes later]
s:“...seems like time’s u-”
T:“Bedtime, Frisk! And you too, Flowey.”
f:[muffled “awww…”]
F:“WHAT? Why me????”
s:“i don’t see the issue. sleep’s great.”
F:“That’s what YOU think!”
*Frisk slowly gets up, reluctantly putting the book back.*
*Flowey is caught off-guard by the change in elevation, clinging to their shoulders.* “whUhrh”
*Frisk slowly walks to the bathroom to finish brushing their teeth.*
*Toriel gently nudges their back.* “Hurry along…”
*As they spit and rinse their mouth again, Flowey turns away from Frisk’s head and tries to look for a way to comfortably get off of their shoulders.*
*Alas, he took too long and Frisk was already heading back to their room.*
*To his mild displeasure, Flowey is placed on the bedside table. Instead of watching Toriel start to actually put Frisk to bed, he glances around the room- Sans was gone- and coils in on himself, covering his face.*
*Flowey feels a pat on his head, but doesn't move in hopes they'd think he didn't notice.*
*Eventually, Toriel turned out the lights and closed the door- though, she didn't really close it, she just let the edge of the door touch the doorframe.*
*The sudden change in light woke Flowey up, and he gingerly lifts his head. He wants to close the door all the way, but without direct rock or dirt beneath him, he can't exactly burrow around. Curse this carpet.*
*He looks around the room. He had gotten so used to the dark gardens in the ruins or the castle- the Underground in general was pretty dark, but especially the opposite ends. Waterfall, too, Flowey supposed. He didn't like Waterfall very much, though. He hadn't realized how used to the lights of the house he had gotten until just now. He could hardly see. Not even with the nightlight in the corner of the room.*
*As off-put as he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit comforted by the pure darkness. Everything seemed to disappear. He didn't even have to close his eyes. …Well, until his eyes inevitably adjust.*
*Flowey looked at Frisk and curled up tighter, beginning to doze off again without the sensory input.*