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Weekends were Sprout’s favourite days. They were usually Cosmo and/or Ginger’s days to run the kitchen in the mornings, meaning he could finally lie in. As long as he woke up at a normal time with his door still shut, he would take it as his cue that nobody was dead, and all limbs were in their right places, and most importantly - he had nothing to do. Right now, was the time he was most at peace.
He was wrapped up comfortably in his bed with fresh sheets, his favourite pyjamas, and an unfamiliar, heavy weight on his chest.
…
Wait a second.
His eyes sleepily flickered open, before widening in mild shock as he spotted a familiar green shape lying over him.
Vee - The Vee Version 1 - was draped across him under the covers, her tv head face down on his chest.
His memory explained almost everything… but he didn’t quite remember her being this close when he’d fallen asleep…
“Hey. Hey, Vee?” He asked quietly, gently tapping the side of her head. “Vee.” He repeated, a bit louder now, but still to no response.
She was… warm. Really warm, considering she was powered off.
He sat up slightly - or as much as he could considering the heavy robot pinning him down - spotting Vee’s tail snaking out from under the covers on the far side of the bed, leading to one of the plugs on the wall.
His alarm clock sat dark on the table beside his bed, and as he pushed himself up a bit more, he spied Vee’s microphone discarded alongside the clock, the end of her tail plugged directly into the same spot his alarm clock once occupied, glimmering with a tiny little glow.
Awkwardly, still held back by being half asleep, Sprout eventually managed to shift Vee off of him, and she flopped lifelessly to the side.
He stumbled out of bed, wiping the sleep out of his eyes, stepping over to her side of the bed, and carefully pulled her tail out of the socket.
He didn’t know quite how to get her microphone back on. He hadn’t seen her take it off many times, he only knew it was some complicated, multi-step process involving a lot of clicky things, and a lot of twisty things too. Eh, she could probably just do it herself anyway.
Now. How to power her back on. He faintly recalled her telling him before that the sockets in her room were specially set up to turn on and off in the middle of the night so she’d wake up perfectly charged. His room wasn’t so specially set up for her, though.
She’d be fine.
He clambered back onto the bed, kneeling just above her, looking down at her darkened screen.
Don’t make it weird, Sprout.
He leaned down closer, reaching around the underside of her head, until he found what he was looking for. A small button faintly stuck out, just near the top of her neck.
Click.
After a few seconds, as Sprout scurried back to his side of the bed, a small loading bar appeared on her screen, slowly filling up from left to right with her signature lime green colour, accompanied by a simple ‘Initialising Vee Version 1.0… please wait,’ message.
As the bar fully filled, it faded from view, her screen shifting to show her usual face. Her pixelated eyes were closed, and her mouth was in a frown. “…why…” she grumbled, her voice more bitcrushed than normal. “…do I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck… god…” she complained, her hands coming up to cradle her head.
“Are you okay, Vee?” Sprout asked, looking over at her curiously.
Her eyes shot open. “WHAT.” She suddenly snapped. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY… room?” Vee trailed off, her anger fading as she looked around, realising she was very much not in her room at all. “Oh.”
“Yeah. So… Vee.” He hummed, sitting up to look her over.
“What.” She tilted her head to watch him.
“You’re uh… kinda warm. Like… very warm.”
She groaned, running her hands down her screen. “I’m aware of that, Sprout.”
He huffed. “You don’t have to be so rude. You could thank me for turning you on, Y’know, since you clearly couldn’t handle it yourself.”
“…thanks.” She eventually huffed, flipping onto her side to look directly at him. Her expression suddenly shifted, looking almost shy. A faint hue had formed just under her eyes. God, was she blushing?
Before he could think about it much further, she suddenly shifted slightly across the bed, resting herself back on him.
“Wh-“
“I’ve overheated because of your stupid socket…” she mumbled into the fabric of his pyjamas. “My room’s sockets are carefully set to charge me so I wake up properly… but your crappy socket’s been pumping power into me all night.” She whined into his chest. “So this is your problem now too.”
“Uh…” he hummed slightly. “I don’t think lying on me is gonna help cool you down, Vee.” He admitted, his arms wrapping around her protectively.
“…I know.” She replied gently, faintly tucking herself closer to him, her warmth bleeding through his pyjamas.