Lying awake besides Asgore just as he begins to slowly open his gorgeous eyes and I'm blessed to see the fiery golden sunrise filtering in-between our bedroom window blinds being cast upon his face to combine with their intrinsic beauty into a sight so stunning that I'm compelled to scoot up closer so I can lose myself in their majesty for a while (with the added bonus of a kiss on his shoulder and being reminded of how good his ears smell on the way up). "Spotting" Asgore (providing moral support) while he bench presses a relatively preposterous amount of weight until his set is complete and he places the bar back onto its holder above, after which I get on my knees such that my torso is just above his horns as I carefully massage his strong pectoral muscles and tell him how happy I am to have such a strong and sexy goat in my life (his blushing at my words and the kiss upon the nose that followed combined with the already slight flush from his workout into an adorable shade of pink on either cheek). Bringing down the dinner of waffles decorated with daisies made out of a sliced banana center surrounded by whipped cream petals to Asgore in the basement as he pours over his notes on the table next to his large conspiracy board, and as he hears my footsteps down the final few steps he seems to check the clock on his phone before jumping up and meeting me halfway to apologize profusely for losing track of time (I set the plates down and reassure him with a tight hug, but do pull back to look at him with a little concern and ask if he wouldn't mind taking a break for a bit after we eat to walk through the garden out back together so he can get some fresh air)