Making some simple garlic-herb linguine for dinner and as Asgore asks if I would like for him to try a strand to determine its cooking status I tell him that there's no need and grab a single linguino to decisively catapult it towards the refrigerator door (it was complete). Exercising to be in tip-top shape for Asgore while he gives me pointers on proper lifting form and even presses his body against mine to guide my movements a few times. Jokingly singing "Randy Dandy-O" as both me and Asgore leave port in our humble fishing vessel before awkwardly lowering my voice since it rapidly seems like a really embarrassing thing to do, when he suddenly breaks into what he thinks the next verse might be while nodding which then causes me to pick back up as we glide on further away from land and fill the air with our collective sound

Getting in real close to Asgore's chest in order to savor both his intrinsic smell mixed with the scent of burning charcoal that was imparted upon him after a cookout, bringing Asgore's favorite shirt under the needle and doing everything in my power to save it after he flexed his biceps at a bad angle while lifting up the couch so I could clean under it (just barely saved it), lowering myself from the couch onto the carpet over to the space right in front of Asgore where I put myself in-between his legs and drape them both over my shoulders down into an "X" shape across my torso almost like lap bars on a roller coaster so that I can hug him while we watch television together