#activity?

Would it be a drawing made by a child for a school activity? No, it's just the flag of Chapadão do Céu, State of Goiás, Brazil.

Like. Seriously. I know y'all want it and stuff but I'm sorry writing that is??? Very weird for me and I don't feel 100% comfy with it. Soft!Squip isn't really something I want to touch with filthy hands bc they're soft for a reason. They're not mine to mess with; so here. Platonic stuff. Sorry. -Mod W/O 

 Soft golden rays of light filtered through the window as you awoke on that dreamlike Saturday morning, your eyes fluttering as you sighed and tried to sink deeper into bed, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. "Y/N, it's time to wake up. There's a lot we can do today." "Mmf. I don't wanna." Softie's blue eyes studied you with admiration, sitting down on the bed and running their fingers through your hair. "Have I ever told you how stunning you look in the morning?" "... no. I look horrible." "You're very mistaken. You look absolutely enchanting. It's a brief moment in time where I can see what you look like when you aren't tripping up over your looks, y/n." Softie gently cupped your cheek with their hand, making you lean into the touch with a sigh. "Your subconscious doesn't care what you look like when you sleep. It cares only for getting you what you need. It's a beautiful thing." "I guess so." "You do realize I am the same way, yes?" You sighed and rolled your eyes. You mumbled a quiet "sure." Before rolling over and pressing your face into the pillow with a sigh. Softie gently brushed their fingertips up your arm, making you jump slightly. "I see that you need a little.. convincing." Softie sighed as they crawled into bed with you, nuzzling the back of your neck gently as they wrapped their arms around your waist. "Softie, what– what're you doing?" "Cuddling. What else would I be doing?" "I-I dunno..." "I understand that you feel sexual attraction towards me, but if anything, engaging in such activities would only make you even less thrilled to get out of bed." "Well, I don't really want to leave at the moment, either." "Well... five more minutes." "Mmhm."