#classic cube

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

# Uh, heya.. It's definitely been a while. Glad to see K back in action. Missed both'a' ya'. If I'm bein' honest, things haven't been too hot here.. I mean, life's great. Summer break an' all, y'know? Just, I myself seem to be havin' some.. minor inconveniences. My dopamine levels have gone from a constant high to a having very sudden, drastic drop, and man is it takin' it's toll. I'm just so tired.. I wanna just.. just sleep. All the time. I don't wanna move ever again. -Box

hey, babe. yeah k apparently had some stuff going on.*he shrugs* they seem to be better now. *he gently pulls you closer to himself* you know you don’t ever need to hesitate to call on me. *he says gently as he rubs your back* i know it’s hard but we can get through this together. *he smiles softly as he presses his forehead to yours* when you feel tired like this, we should just try to do one thing. if you accomplish something, even a little something, it’ll make you feel a little better about yourself and get your body to fight back. *he chuckles and cups your cheek with his hand, tilting your head up to look at him* i love you sweetheart, we’ll get through this together.

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* Hey, I, uh.. I just found out I barely missed having a B in math. I did days of extra credit and then took my final and then that destroyed everything. I just.. Does /nothing/ I do matter? 'Cause it sure feels like the world wants it to be that way. -Box

honey, *he pulls you in for a hug and rubs your back* it does matter, you worked your ass off and all you can do is what you can do. *he gently kisses your forehead* i’m proud of you, you gave it everything you had and that’s amazing in and of itself. it’s over now, you can’t change anything so we’ll move on to the next hurdle.

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* I just thought a little too much to myself last night. *they nuzzle into his neck* I just don't want to be alone. It's stupid that it terrifies me the way it does, since I know you're always gonna be with me, but I can't help it. (HECK THERE'S ART GOD BLESS, J. I KNOW I TOLD K THAT MY INBOX WAS OPEN, BUT YOU'RE MORE THAN WELCOME TO COME AND CHILL TOO, MATE) -Box

i know baby, i understand *he rubs your back softly* next time your brain starts acting up you can count on me being there. i’m going to tell you more horrible puns than you’ve ever heard. you are going to be so distracted with crappy humor that you won’t have the brain power to think about stuff like that. *he chuckles and moves back a bit to look at you* i already got one for you, if you were a ghost, you know what you’d be?

((J is the friggin’ BOMB my pal, they are so talented. I’m so proud to get to work alongside them! -Mod K))

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* I'm sleepy and I think I broke my coccyx. I fell off of a table and landed right on it, which put 128lbs all on one point. Hit my head too. -Box

well doesn’t that suck coccyx. *he chuckles and kisses your head softly* sorry you’re hurting babe, anything i can do to make it better?

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* I hen take a few more eggcellent jokes. Unfortunately, I'm running out. Chicken jokes are a clucking tough genre to pin down, they've got me cooped up. *they pause* That last one won't fly, will it? *they hum out a laugh and nuzzle up close to him* -Box

if chicken jokes just aren’t claw-some enough for you, we can always switch to general food. think of the pasta-bilities. you’re great at this though, even as comedians we make a great pear. *he’s choking back laughter* i mean it may sound cheesy but i think you’re pretty grate. donut worry babe, olive you and i can always change genres, while making it seem organic.

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* Nah. Tibia honest, you would win as soon as you hit the stage. *they laugh so hard they snort, which makes them laugh harder until he leans towards them* Why? You chicken? *their cheeks puff out as they try to hold in further laughter* -Box

*he kisses you, trying to fight back his laughter, then pulls back from the kiss, grinning* me? chicken? nah, just trying not to turn this into fowl play. though your yolks are egg-ceptional, how do you hatch these ideas?

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* *they nearly choke themselves on that one, apparently they're the one in need of a warning* Truly, you are the master of death puns. Not a surprise, 'cause you're drop-dead gorgeous. *they hum* What would I be? -Box

you’re the gorgeous one, i mean honestly. you know who won a skeleton beauty contest? no body *he’s fully laughing now* you’d be a poultry-giest *he calms his laughter and leans forward to kiss you softly* should i show you some mercy babe?

[imaginaryboyfriendsans]

* *they snort and hit his shoulder* You giant nerd! Where would I live? Don't choke on the answer, babe, if you died, I wouldn't boolieve it. *their eyes are gleaming* -Box

*his laugh grows a bit* a dead end street.oh babe, ya think i’d choke on these jokes? they’re barely a presence, what possessed you to think that? know what you’d be if you were a chicken? *he’s grinning, he loves seeing you like this*