A/N: Sorry I was gone for so long I had to take a shower. Gotta go walk my fish now bye ya'll
A/N 2: @physically-bloody-medibot my beloved. He
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You didn't have time to react when your door suddenly opened, and you saw that all-too familiar adorable smile in your doorway.
He waved with both hands, forgetting to ask if he was even allowed to enter- not that it was an issue anyway.
You absentmindedly attempted to cover your face with the soft sleeve of your massive cloud-like hoodie.
Proto slightly tilted his head. Something seemed different. He liked it, but he couldn't put a finger on it. You sure looked cozy, though! And maybe a little nervous? You seemed your melt into your blankets and plushies that surrounded you as he cautiously approached, but it only made you look even cozier.
Now that he was right next to your bed, all he could do now was bend down to your height. Still wearing that ever-curious expression, right up until he brought up his hand to approach your face and- boop! He jumped back a bit just as you did, the sound of his antenna wagging becoming a noticeable noise.
He wasn't sure whether big noises were welcome, so he opted to keep his voice as hushed as he could (-which wasn't very, but he's doing his best.)
[IS FRI-IEND DOING OKAY?]
His tone seemed much more happy than worried, and his expression only softened when you snuggled farther into your hoodie as you nodded.
He examined the empty space beside you, silently asking if you'd like him to join you. You shuffled over just enough for him to sit before shuffling right back, reluctantly allowing your head to drop onto his shoulder. He allowed himself to relax it a bit, letting you get more comfortable. He rested his head on yours gently, enjoying the time spent with you.
His warmth was much enjoyed, and the ||blood softly boiling|| in him sounded much like purring. You'd never noticed it before.
You began to toy with the hem of his labcoat out of boredom, and that's when he remembered an earlier encounter that day.
[WOULD FRIEND LI-IKE TO HEAR ABOUT A BUG I FOU-UND?!]
You softly nodded, and it seemed he didn't mind your silence as it was a comfortable one. He was about to fill it quickly enough anyway. He began to ramble about this bug he 'made friends with' earlier. He attempted to describe it, though it sounded like nothing you've ever seen before. Either you were tired, or he was horrible at describing it- but that's okay; you appreciated his little story nonetheless. He gently moved his hands around as he spoke to exaggerate his movements, only remembering not to be too dynamic since you were still resting on him at times.
He noticed far too late that his labcoat now wasn't being toyed with but simply held, as well of the lack of response to his stories.
He tilted his head again towards you in admiration, enjoying how cute and comfortable you seemed to be. He hoped you were having nice dreams. Ones filled with cotton candy and lollipops! And maybe him if he was lucky?
He went to tug the blanket that was draped over you a little higher before resting his hand next to yours. He was surprised to feel your little fingers wrapped around his. You absentmindedly snuggled closer, and a warm smile grazed your features. Aww, maybe you really were dreaming of him?
It took a lot for him to not begin swaying or wiggling around too much out of excitement, but if you were awake, you'd surely notice the artificial purring growing louder along with the wag of his antenna.
He gently nuzzled his face into your hair once he had finally managed to calm himself a little. He held your tiny hands in his, smiling to himself.
Maybe you two could hang out more like this tomorrow? Proto liked this; he knew that much.
You almost seemed like..
A little kid?
Yeah, this makes him feel even warmer. That's a good thing!
You make him happy. He's so glad to call you his closest friend.
He turns his head to plan a small kiss (? Nuzzle- he's trying his best.) to your hair before getting ready to stay like that for the night.
