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The two sat on a comfortable chair within Scott’s base. The man in question practically laid in fWhip's lap, pacifier in mouth and eyes closed. fWhip lazily dragged their fingers through Scott’s hair, humming some random, nonsensical tune as he did so.
“Don’t go out on me just yet, bud.” The ginger chuckled, giving the elf a scratch behind the ear before propping him up. Scott blinked sleepily, whining a bit at being moved. Thank Pearl that this was the only sense of fuss Scott made, fWhip sighed dramatically. “I’m so sorry, your majesty, but we need to get you a bath before you can go to bed.” fWhip held Scott’s head up sturdily.
He hoisted the both of them upward, placing Scott on his hip with a dramatized ‘oof’, which made Scott’s eyes open a bit more. “I’m alright buddy, you’re just kinda heavy.” fWhip chuckled, ruffling Scott’s hair a little.
They made their way to the bathroom, holding up a- mostly- one-sided conversation. Scott was set on the toilet while fWhip got the bath ready. This wasn’t his first rodeo with a little, but he’d never cared for Scott before. fWhip took the pacifier from Scott and set it on the counter. Scott huffed in annoyance.
That was something Scott’s allies typically did. They could not today unfortunately, as there was a House Blossom meeting that was urgent and would last a long time. He never enjoyed going to those meetings anyway, so why not help an acquaintance out?
fWhip held a hand under the faucet, making sure the water was how Scott would like it. He had to thank Jimmy for leaving a- weirdly specific- list about what Scott needed or liked. He had that list in his coat pocket currently. Once fWhip was sure that the water was just how it was supposed to be, he turned to Scott.
“Okay bunny, do you want me to leave while you get undressed, or do you need help?” The note said that Scott typically preferred to do it on his own, but fWhip just wanted to be sure. Scott averted his gaze for a minute, most likely to think.
He babbled a bit, but reached out for fWhip. “You want help?” The mentally older asked, just to clarify. The elf nodded softly, getting to his feet. He wobbled a bit, but was quickly steadied by his babysitter. “Careful,” fWhip gently reminded. He gently grabbed the hem of Scott’s- very soft and comfy- shirt. He looked at the little, wanting to be sure that he was still okay with fWhip helping him.
Scott raised up his arms the best he could- the poor little was very tired and was struggling to keep awake long enough not to drop them- and made an insistent sound at his babysitter. fWhip merely chuckled, but then lifted his shirt slowly. What he saw surprised- and worried, but you’d never hear that from fWhip- him, but he decided not to make a comment on the yellowed bruises and old scars on Scott’s body. He lifted the shirt above the little’s head and threw it into the laundry basket.
“Okay, I’m gonna turn around, think you can do the pants on your own?” fWhip asked, wanting to give the other at least some privacy. Scott nodded, and fWhip turned around. He soon realized he should probably look for something to add to the water, like a bath bomb or something. That’s what he went to do. When he returned with a bag in one hand and a towel in the other, Scott was already settled in the tub, looking at him expectantly.
“Welp, didn’t find anything to add to it, so I brought you some clothes,” he lifted up the bag “and a towel.” Scott turned his head to look at the wall behind the bath, clearly distracted. “Yeah, you keep yourself entertained for a minute while I look for some other stuff.” fWhip chuckled, turning towards a few cupboards. He looked through all of them until he found shampoo and conditioner. He grabbed the bottles, and went over to sit on the toilet, which was beside the tub.
He chuckled upon seeing Scott lightly splashing the water. He unscrewed the cap on the shampoo to use as a water cup. “Okay bun, I’m gonna wash your hair, is that okay?” fWhip asked, scooting closer to the edge of the toilet, so that he could reach.
Scott nodded and closed his eyes in preparation. fWhip chuckled and went to sit on the edge of the tub, reconsidering the distance between the toilet and it. He poured some shampoo into his hand and placed it on Scott’s head. The elf shivered from the cold feeling in contrast to the water he was sitting in.
After rubbing it in, fWhip filled the cap with water and lightly poured it onto the little’s head. Scott whined, but endured it the best he could. fWhip smiled a bit, swapping the shampoo for the conditioner and repeated the exact same thing he did with the shampoo.
Once Scott was all clean (having washed his body himself), fWhip helped him out of the tub and swiftly gave him a towel to wrap around himself, as well as his pacifier from earlier. The towel was fluffy and almost resembled a blanket more than a towel.
Scott rubbed his eyes before starting to dry himself off. fWhip allowed the little one to put on his pajama pants and such by himself, but had to help with the shirt. Clearly, Scott did not grasp the concept of shirts right now. The little was dressed in blue snowflake pajamas, how fitting.
“Okay Scott, let’s get you something to eat before Jimmy gets home.” fWhip hoisted Scott into his arms and began to leave the bathroom and head down the stairs. He set Scott down on the couch and began to dig through the kitchen.
fWhip was kind of hungry himself, so he would also eat something. Letting out a quiet “aha!”, fWhip pulled out a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. He put some on a platter-esque plate and popped them into the microwave.
He looked out into the living room and saw Scott dozing off softly. He smiled before turning back to the microwave. The appliance beeped, and he took the food out, walking into the living area. “Scott,” He spoke, sitting beside the other. Scott seemed to perk up at the sound of fWhip’s voice. fWhip let the food cool off before allowing Scott to take one.
The elf took out his pacifier and cautiously took a bite, before letting out an excited squeak and began kicking his legs happily. It was probably the cutest thing fWhip had ever heard and seen, and if his heart hadn’t melted, then it must’ve been made of indestructible steel. fWhip took one for himself too, smiling with content.
The two just sat in comfortable silence, sharing a plate of chicken nuggets together. Suddenly, the door opened and Jimmy walked in. The half-cod snorted at the sight, and fWhip gave them a playful glare. Scott looked over at Jimmy and reached out a hand, beckoning them over. Jimmy made their way over and ruffled Scott’s damp, soft hair. “Hey snowball, was fWhip a good babysitter?” fWhip huffed with feigned offense.
Scott nodded. Jimmy smirked at fWhip. The ginger got up and stretched. “Welp, I’m gonna head out now. See you guys later.” fWhip patted Scott on the head and headed to the front door. “See you!” Jimmy called. Scott yawned, visibly slouching with exhaustion.
“Okay bud, let’s get you to bed.” Jimmy chuckled, picking up the little and heading towards the staircase, making sure to turn off all the lights on the way. They set him down on the bed and pulled the blankets over him. Jimmy turned off the bedroom light and got in on the other side.
“Goodnight Scott.” Jimmy whispered, pressing a kiss to Scott’s forehead.