Looking up hairstyling and pet grooming videos on MonsterTube in order to start trimming Asgore's fur myself since the barber he is currently seeing is exorbitantly expensive for something I'd love doing with him anyway, buying the most stereotypical 80's workout DVD imaginable at a garage sale for Asgore since it's only 25 cents only to find that it actually contains some decent aerobics exercise practice (along with him purposely hamming it up so hard on our first viewing that I develop hiccups and almost fall over), watching The Outlaw Josey Wales with Asgore and sharing a bowl of popcorn while occasionally turning to one another to ask questions or make comments about the movie in hushed tones as if we were worried about being shushed at a movie theater

[Note: I need to be up early tomorrow and don't have time to wait for another thread, so this is going to have to be a special double-feature. Apologies for this irregularity in your regularly scheduled Asgore posting.]

Putting my chin on Asgore's tummy to stare into his gorgeous eyes and my hands on his fluffy hips to stay as close as I can while we slow dance in the living room to country blues coming over the radio, making cinnamon rolls with Asgore and insisting that he do the cinnamon-izing and the rolling since I know he secretly loves baking but refuses to in fear that he will "ruin it" with his fur despite assurance that I wouldn't mind whatsoever (he still insists on wearing clear gloves that he could barely fit in and that his claws poked through), clothes shopping with Asgore when he hesitantly asks if I thought the pants he was test driving made him look fat to which I respond by rising from my seat to stand before him and put his hands in mine to tell him that there is not a single article of clothing on this planet that could make him anything but the most smoking hot man in the world to me (he blushed and I spotted his tail start to wiggle in the fitting room mirror out of the corner of my eye)