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Through a gap between the dull grass colored curtains, an abrasive glow of the sun seeped in, filling the bedroom with a golden honey hue. Chara let out a muffled tired sigh into their pillow in response to the sun’s intrusion, their throat felt like sandpaper.
Chara pulled themselves up, the devet falling along their back as they did, squinting against the dazzling glare of the sun, they move their legs over to the side of the bed, slipping their feet into a pair of yellow bunny slipper, they hear birds chirping a melody and the wind blowing against the window.
They pushed themselves to their feet, bracing against the mattress, lazily stumbling across the room, past a chair sat under the desk, where their matching yellow bunny robe lay draped on the back of it, they snagged it up and over themselves before wandering out of the room to the hallway.
The floor creaked with each footstep, a scuffling of their slippers weighing over the floor planks luckily unlike the others, Chara was always the first up before the others, so they'd usually steal a few chocolates and skim through some books in the reading nook in the far end of the living space.
"What the...?" Chara muttered quietly, down the hall, in the distance, a hollow churning of the kettle was echoing out, they rush over across the hallway and living space, coming face to face with a familiar cowboy in yellow and blue dotted pjs, wrinkled up, strands of unkempt curls on full display.
Clover turned faster than lightning when he heard loud footsteps coming from outside, he knew it was a bad idea to make a hot drink in the early morning on a Saturday, luckily it was just Chara, just then he sneezed loudly, making the other step back a bit.
Observing the other, they noticed the bloodshot eyes, he looked as if about to pass out from exhaustion.
"Sorry about that..." His voice came out as raspy as Chara guessed it would be sounded even worse than it should. That's when the realization hits them.
"How long have you been sick?" Chara demanded, their voice echoing a determined presence that made Clover’s excuses die in his throat, he opened his mouth to speak but Chara cut him off.
"And don't lie about it this time." The brunette snapped, their eyes narrowing. Chara was right to be suspicious; it wasn't the first time he had tried to play like this. "I promise. I won't lie..." Clover stammered out,
Every word felt like splinters stabbing into his raw throat. "I just didn't wanna worry anyone.” Slurring his words as he spoke. “I t-thought I could handle it myself," he wheezed before descending into a fit of harsh coughs, burying his face in his pyjama sleeve.
"For asgore sake!" Chara snapped back. In exasperation, grabbing his arm and hauling him out of the kitchen. “If you care so much to not want to worry us. Don’t pull this sort of stunt!” Chara spat out before trotting over back to the kitchen.
"I'm gonna go make some hot chocolate for you." Chara snarled, "If I see you move from that sofa even by an inch, I will become your worst nightmare", They whispered to themselves, but just loud enough for Clover to hear them clearly.
Chara stepped up to the kitchen counter, stretching their hands to reach the wall cabinets. They grabbed two mugs by the handles, the ceramic chiming like bells as they knocked together. With a sharp smack, Chara swung the cabinet door shut their other hand and lowered themselves back down to the kettle.
They set the mugs down and wandered to the far side of the kitchen for the cocoa powder. After stepping over to the fridge to grabbing the milk, they dunked the powder into the mugs. The kettle was steaming now; Chara lifted it carefully, pouring the boiling water with a sharp hiss of steam. After a quick splash of milk and a vigorous stir, they reached for the finishing touches: the whipped cream and mini marshmallows.
Whipping the cream on and sprinkling the mini marshmallows on top. They held onto the handles of the now steaming hot mugs, turning around, they wandered out through the kitchen doorway, their feet dragging across the marble to wooden planked floors.
In front of the sofa, Chara placed down the two hot drinks on the coffee table before making space for themselves on the sofa next to Clover, now wrapped in blanket.
“Thanks…” Clover muttered, “Ya know, it would be better if you didn’t try to use your voice.” Chara said before chuckling to themselves, “Might help my headache out.” They remarked. Clover looked over surprised, almost completely forgetting about his raspy throat.
“You’re sick too?!” He spatters out, Chara nods in response, he watches with bird eyes as Chara digs into their pockets for split moment before pulling out a pack of painkillers. “Here, these might help you out as well.” They said.
Clover takes the metal piece, he digs out four painkillers, placing the packet down on the coffee table, he hands over two of the four towards Chara, in which they take with no problem. They both take their mugs, blowing the hot steam before drinking down their pills with a few swallows.
Sat in the silence of the early Saturday morning, they sit like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet and company that two gave each other.
“Soo, how do you feel about a movie?” Clover asks, his voice now sounding a bit better after a drink and medicine. Chara smiled warmly, a rare soft expression breaking through their usually tough exterior. “I think I like idea a bit more than I like to admit.” Chara says as they get up to pick out a movie.
Under the main tv was small shelf, inside was DVDs of all kind, they pull out a small pile, “Ooo Tangled! That’s a classic!” the boy chimes up from behind, “You like girly movies?” Chara quipped, throwing a mischievous glance over their shoulder. Only for Clover to grumble to himself in response.
“And? It’s a good story, so beat it” He remarks back, “I’m only kidding with ya Clove.” They snicker back, pulling out the Tangled DVD, tidying away the rest, they slide the DVD into the movie player, hurrying back to the sofa for the warmth.
Leaning into the cushions with their hot chocolate held close, the familiar intro music began to swell, filling the room as the two of them settled in to let the movie—and the painkillers—do their work. As the movie went on, the more Chara felt their eyelids feeling more tiring.
A creak of a door opened up, stepped out Frisk and Cody, sliding the door close behind them as they tiptoed down the hallway to the kitchen. It was now 7:28am, sneaking past Toriel and the other’s bedroom, Cody watches as Frisk stops dead in their track, peeping his head past Frisk, there lay Chara and Clover, snuggled up in blanket, runny noses and matted hair.
Without warning, Frisk pulls their phone, taking a snap photo of the two tough buds, “You sending that to the others?” Cody asks before having his question answered when he hears a send ping from the mobile. “Chara is going to kill you when they find out.” He says as Frisk just shrugs their shoulders before continuing to the kitchen, leaving Cody questioning his life choices.