Goofy goober

Stuck inside the house, limited to whatever he could get up to here. With low energy that meant piddling about with small tasks. Tidying up, reading, and a bit of baking. That was it though, and he quickly got bored of all of that on the first day. 

Initially you'd suggested he help Moon in his garden, since it was protected from the rain and not a terribly far walk. Sun had shot that down with a sigh and a flippant wave of his hand, making a smart quip about how Moon chose to plant his Dahlias. An excuse you weren't impressed with, but couldn't argue.

Today wasn't much better, in the sense that he's not gotten more upset but rather he's gotten much more... obvious, about his discontent. 

You take another sip of tea, turning to peek into the parlor to see what he's up to now. 

Sun hangs half off the arm of the couch, upside down facing the front door. You would say he's resting, sleeping even, but you knew better. A loud sigh can be heard and you have to suppress your laugh. 

You keep your tone even. "Something the matter, love?" 

"No, no, not at all. Why do you ask?"

Another sip as you make your way into the room. "Oh, no reason. Call it intuition if you will."

"Intuition you say?" He sits up enough to watch you enter. "Perhaps you should get that checked. I'm... perfectly content." 

You sit down at the opposite end of the sofa, legs folding over each other. A click of his rays tells you that bothers him, but you know he's also not going to tell you that outright. Though you have no intention of doing anything about it. If he wants to pout, so be it. 

You think you make that clear as you glance over to him. "My mistake then."

You set down your tea in favor of picking up your book again. Sun takes great interest in this, entire posture shifting to sit upright, knees brought to his chassis to rest his chin as he watches you closely. 

You give no reaction to the move, instead flipping back to the page you'd left off on earlier. You settle into the couch, relaxing, but keep your distance, legs propping up on the table in front of you. Periodically sipping your tea as you feel the air around your gardener become more... charged. 

You hear his fidgeting more than see it, and when that's not enough to sate him he finally speaks. 

"Sunshine." 

"Sun." You acknowledge.

A series of clicks. "I—" Strained, then an adjustment. "How's your book?" 

"Oh, very entertaining. Enthralling you might even say." Truthfully you've been stuck flipping through the same five pages, the show beside you capturing your focus for the past half hour. 

A noise, specifically a hum lined with aggravation. "I see."

"Do you need something?" You ask. Simple, polite even. 

Another noise, you look over. He's looking to the side, to the ceiling. Fingers tapping against his knees. His gaze comes to you and you raise an eyebrow. 

Sun lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. "I suppose. I'm in dire need of a pair of warm hands, and a soothing hold. Do you happen to know where I might find such a thing?"

"Hm..." You look up as if in thought, then shake your head. "I'm afraid I don't, sorry."

Sun lets out a groan, practically throwing himself back into the armrest. Your name, along with something else, is muttered shortly thereafter. 

"What was that?" You question, struggling now to keep a smile from your lips. 

Another sigh, but you can hear the defeat behind the grumpy, mumbled words. "Would you hold me, please?"

"Oh is that what you need?" You tease, snickering as your facade breaks. "Alright then, I suppose since you said please—"

Your book is suddenly taken from your hands. Shut and tossed aside. You protest, but then find Sun's head in your lap. The look he gives you is pleading. And so you relent fully with another laugh, offering your hands out to him. 

He leans into the touch, eyes shutting as you scoff. Still, you can't deny you don't enjoy the closeness, or the warmth he gives off in the face of the chilly day. 

So, you sit there and bask in each other's company, drifting off more than once each, and the rain continues to pour on outside. 

Not that you mind.

bro's so needy what a dramatic bitch fr fr, ily gardener sun im so sorry i had to, well, i shant say

anywho, thanks for reading!