Papyrus and Flowey with 'tucking in' for the whump prompts on tumblr...
His mind is buzzing a bit, like an angry beehive has taken residence on the inside of his skull, and as concerning as that metaphor makes it sound, Papyrus is quite comfortable.
Flowey is on the nightstand next to his bed, because where else would he be. And when Papyrus looks at him, his friend frowns and shakes his head.
"Go back to sleep," he says, tugging the blanket up towards Papyrus' face a bit.
"I will..." Papyrus answers, but doesn't.
There's a lot of silly things in life. Things more puzzling to him than the word search games in the papers.
This isn't one of them.
Somehow this right here, him lying in the bed feeling like crap and Flowey next to him looking more than a little annoyed yet perfectly content to be there, makes perfect sense.
"Will you read me a story?" he asks and Flowey frowns harder still.
"Absolutely not."
And Papyrus laughs, not at how silly it is but at how much sense it makes.
He rolls over, tries to relax, and sinks deeper into the warmness and softness enveloping him from all sides. Flowey pulls at the covers again, to make sure they don't slip off and Papyrus grins into his pillow.
Being sick has its merits.
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