♗ (for Raisa maybe? No stress!)
♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Gaster had been working on repairing one of his faulty machines when Raisa scampered into the room. There wasn’t mush in here she could break- after all, the containers in this room were human sized, and couldn’t be easily knocked over.
He continued his work as the child skittered between the containers, playing a game of her own invention, chasing her reflections in the glass like they were real. Eventually, though, he noticed her movements becoming slower. She wasn’t running around quite as fast, wasn’t chasing down her imaginary foes with as much bravado.
The monster was kneeling down, close to the ground, when Raisa approached. His attention was focused on the exposed wires before him, trying to figure out which one had caused the fault when he felt the child rest her head on him. Glancing down, he saw she’d curled up next to him, placing her head on his lap as if he were a pillow.
It only takes him a minute or so to figure out which wires had been incorrectly crossed. Once the mistake was identified, the exposed panel was covered. But Gaster couldn’t stand up to turn it on and make sure it was working properly.
No, he had a sleeping child in his lap. If he moved, that would disturb her. And so, with a quiet sigh and a slight smile, Gaster resigns himself to life as Raisa’s pillow for the next hour or so.
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