Henry Stickmin: CopperRight Oneshots

5: Cuddles (Fluff)

(Author's Note: hey guys! I just wanted to say this was a request made by @SICowo and I hope you all enjoy it! I'm glad everybody's enjoying my stories so far since I honestly didn't expect it to gain traction at all,, ty all so much! 💛 Now, onto the fluff!)

The light flickered briefly before the lamp was able to give light. Reginald let out a weak sigh and rested his fingers against his forehead. He had been working late nights recently, some even all-nighters, and it wasn't doing him well. He rubbed his forehead with furrowed brows before he picked up his ink pen. He rested the tip on his paper, but he couldn't think of what to write. A soft knock came from the door in front of him, and he pressed down on the pen startledly.

The pen's tip gave way, and ink splattered all over the neatly written paper and his face. Now all that was left was a crinkled black-splotched paper and a very shocked man. "..come in." He muttered while standing up to throw his ruined papers away.

Reginald's Right Hand Man opened the door with a puzzled look. "What's all over your face, boss?" "Don't ask," He replied in a frustrated tone. When RHM was able to take a second look at Regi, he noticed a couple things. The bags under his eyes had gotten larger, his body seemed to tremble more, and he was just more disheveled in general.

RHM made his way over to Reginald and said calmly, "Do you want me to fix you up some tea-? I'd be glad to." He sighed reluctantly and responded, "Yes, that would be nice." Reginald sat back down, pulling out a new calligraphy pen from his desk drawer. He slipped a piece of paper out from the same drawer as well and placed it on the table.

As RHM was making his boss some tea, he thought, "What will cheer him up..? Well, maybe, but... might as well give it a shot." The pot boiled on the stovetop for a second before he poured the contents into a mug that read: "World's Greatest Ruler!" He walked over and placed the cup on his table before slowly wrapping his arms around Reginald's shoulders.

He was definitely thrown off by this, so he pushed his hands away with a swat. RHM didn't take this as an answer, so he rested his hands back and spun Reginald around in his chair. "Cmon boss, you need a break.. it's pretty obvious." Reginald grumbled and rested his head against RHM's palm, closing his eyes gently.

"I apologize, Right Hand Man.. this work hasn't been doing me well. But, alas, I have to finish it. No matter the cost." He pulled his boss up and took his hands with a straight face. "Take a break.. come on, you know you want to." Reginald groaned and gave into it, "Fine. Only a short one, though." The two walked back into the main room, Reginald holding onto RHM's arm tightly.

They both sat down on a lush couch, and Reginald rested his head against Right Hand Man's side. He leant back in reply, his smile curving up just slightly. "Thank you for always taking care of me, even through the worst of times.. I knew I could count on you," Reginald thanked him before going to sleep on his shoulder. He took his boss into his arm and ended up falling asleep as well.