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“Sun.” You growled, fighting against the building ache in the back of your skull with all you had, and a little bit you didn't. “I am not spending obscene amounts of money for a doctor to tell me that I have a cold.”
The overprotective, dramatic yellow animatronic huffed back at you, hands on his hips and matching your irritated expression astoundingly well for a robot with a face permanently stuck in a cheerful smile. “I’m not asking you to. I am asking you to take some medicine and take a break.”
“Ha ha hypocrite.” you intoned dryly, ignoring the flicker of pain in the back of your throat. You turned your focus back to your computer, dismissing the argument before you could inevitably lose. “I’ll take a break when you do, Sunshine.”
You could almost feel the narrowed eyes directed your way. Ironic, considering his eyes were solid white. Or maybe just impressive. The ominous silence of the daycare only interrupted by the soft clicks of Sun’s rays shifting. “Fine.”
You let out a startled shriek as you found yourself lifted from your seat and into the arms of your mechanical coworker. You flopped like a fish on linoleum as you tried to scramble out of his grip, to no avail. The same coworker had seemingly turned deaf to your curses, threats, and protests as he marched away from your desk.
Eventually (after half a minute), you gave up trying to convince the gold and red bastard to put you down and just hung limply. While you vindictively hoped that you looked like a victim of a cruel and spontaneous kidnapping, it was much more likely you just looked like a grumpy cat. Your mood only worsened at Sun’s smug and deeply amused hum. At least he wasn't skipping. You poor migraine wouldn't be able to handle that.
“You are so lucky you have boyfriend privileges.” you hissed at him as the two of you finally made it to his room.
“Yes I am.” he chirped with unfair sincerity, spinning his rays cheerfully as he set you down on the mattress you’d helped him smuggle in. It was big enough to fit the whole seven feet of Sun, and solid enough to not pop a spring the minute he laid on it. Moon's was a hammock somewhere deep in the vents somewhere.
Manipulating bucket of bolts, you grumbled in your head, grumpily snuggling into blissfully cool pillows of various shapes and colors.
“You realize that I have to finish those reports right?” you groaned, not bothering to pick your face up from the fabrics, germs be damned. Sun would clean everything regardless of if your gross human snot got on it or not.
“Moonie said sleep helps when you're sick.” Sun mumbled in way of response, more focused on tucking you in like a cranky blanket burrito than arguing with you.
“Moonie says sleep helps with everything.” you grumped, squirming in the blanket mountain. A large cat plushie flopped in front of your face as your boyfriend rearranged the unholy amount of soft things around your body like a cushy grave.
Well. Not the worst way to be buried alive.
Once he had finally finished, Sun clambered over top of you like a heated metal blanket, snuggling his faceplate into your back with a hum.
“Now.” he said, in his ‘a stubborn kid needs direction’ voice. “We are going to take a nice, long break, where we will rest and recharge and maybe, if you’re good, I'll finish your paperwork for you.”
You sighed, the soft warmth surrounding you a siren call you could not ignore. He must’ve been getting tips from Moon lately. He wasn't usually this good at getting you to take a nap. “Sounds like a deal, Sunny.”