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"You know," Flowery sighs, wistful, "We really ought to clean this thing sometime."
"Flip it." Asgore gruffly demands, and Flowery laughs, a bit beside himself at his neediness. Nevertheless, he decides to obey, for once. A good, good worker, turning the sign to “closed” and surrendering FlowerKing to itself.
And surrendering himself to Asgore, who just about lunges from his post to devour the boy right then and there; snout meeting shoulder then neck then cheek; snout meeting lips. Flowery gasps, legs fighting the urge to turn to jello as this beast — this no-good, hungry animal starts working at his apron, and all he can do is take it.
He’s just a human, after all, and it wasn’t like he liked fighting, in the first place.
So the apron comes off.
OR: flowery & asgore’s favorite time for flowerking is “closing.” although, their reasonings for this tend to wildly differ…