Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

The Prettiest Penny

It's hardly two minutes before Swatch is there, tending to you.

"You must be feeling much better. Our Queen's bathhouses are unmatched in quality." His feathers ripple in the steam, shimmering pleasantly. He seems happy.

"Yeah! We're both doing much better, now. Thank you." 

Spamton stands beside you, holding his slightly-too-big robe together.

Swatch moves to your other side, leaning in.

"You certainly do smell better," he jokes.

He laughs softly, and you laugh with him. You remember Spamton's illusion, and can't help but imagine that Swatch is complimenting Spamton's smell. 

Spamton scowls, but he's not commenting, so you're comfortable ignoring it.

"Now that you are bathed, allow me to help you get you dressed. I would like to see you better prepared, now that you are spending time outside of the mansion. It would also give my Swatchlings a chance to clean what you brought."

You nod. "Perfect, thank you. Where to?"

Despite the mask, you can tell that he's smiling.

"Where else? Your room, of course."

You blink. You distinctly remember how your room had been destroyed. Had Queen had it repaired?

Swatch knows exactly what you're thinking, and chuckles. "No, not that room. Unfortunately, it is still under repairs. As our Queen has dedicated each room to a specific Lightner, you will not be staying in that wing at all until reconstruction is complete."

At your quizzical look, he just pushes up his glasses.

"I have had the café's side room prepared. Come, follow me."

He doesn't offer his arm this time, and you make no move to take it. You follow behind him instead, with Spamton at your side.

In doing this, Swatch is forced to maintain your pace to be polite. You use this to make sure Spamton is comfortable. The little salesman doesn't appear to notice, but the not-noticing is certainly an improvement over the tension of before.

You smile to yourself.

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On arrival, Swatch ushers you both inside. Instead of leaving, though, he joins you, closing the door behind him.

Looking around you, you see a small, yet warmly-lit room decorated in fine crimson-red drapery. A queen-size bed of similar color sits at the end of the room, invitingly soft from appearance alone. A coffee table, a loveseat, and a large television fill the empty space, looking just as comfortable as the bed. 

Spamton is immediately drawn to a bowl of fruit on the coffee table, where he grabs what he can and then takes a seat to eat.

"Is this room to your liking?"

Spamton ignores him, and you give your "Yes, thank you"s. 

After you've gotten a good look around, Swatch guides you to a connecting room.

You find that it is a small walk-in closet. Not big enough for there to be very much room for you to move (at least, not with Swatch there, looming over you), but pleasantly large all the same. Racks of clothing line the walls, the vast majority tailored to your shape. A small number are of identical black suits in Spamton's size.

You see suits, dresses, armor, costumewear and more- all, you notice, are either directly taken from or at least inspired by clothing you've shopped for in the Light World but never purchased. It all has an air of whimsy that the Light World always lacked, though. It's like magic. Maybe it is magic.