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( 🌸 ) sleepy...

The rain pattered softly against the window, casting a rhythmic lullaby over the bedroom. The dim light of the night lamps outside filtered through the raindrops, creating a gentle dance of shadows on the walls. Beaker stirred in his sleep, snug under a thick blanket on the comfortable bed.

Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his head, fingers combing delicately through his hair. Beaker blinked his eyes open, peering through the darkness. There, beside him, was Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, his face soft with an uncharacteristic tenderness.

Beaker made a small, questioning sound, but Bunsen made no movement and continued to run his fingers through Beaker's hair. It was an unusual sensation for Beaker, who was used to the chaos and commotion of their experiments, not this unexpected gentleness. beaker just assumed he was asleep and let it happen

As Bunsen's fingers threaded through his hair with a soothing rhythm, Beaker felt a warm contentment spreading through him. A soft, involuntary purr escaped his lips, surprising even himself. Bunsen chuckled quietly, the sound blending with the rain outside.

"Good evening, Beaker," Bunsen whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "I didn't mean to wake you. You seemed restless."

Beaker couldn't find the words to respond, so he simply leaned into Bunsen's touch, his purrs growing a little louder. Bunsen's hand was warm and steady, and the simple act of his fingers moving through Beaker's hair felt like a balm to his soul.

For a moment, all the mishaps and mayhem of their days together faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in the quiet, rain-soaked night. The bedroom automatically was transformed into a sanctuary of peace and comfort, as it should be.

"Rest, Beaker," Bunsen suddenly whispered, his voice as gentle as his touch. "You deserve it."

Beaker was surprised,  yet still, he let his eyes flutter shut, his heart full of an unfamiliar but welcome warmth. In the soft cocoon of Bunsen's care and the soothing symphony of the rain, Beaker drifted back to sleep, purring contentedly as the night held them both in its tranquil embrace.