Those couple of days wore Cowbell down pretty hard so he needs you at his side.

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request from DeadRed! Thank you so much!! I absolutely loved it

this is my first request and I'm soooo nervousss 😭😭😭, really hope you'll like it

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Sometimes work gets too much.

And sometimes even such as energetic and social ghouls as Cowbell just burn out. Even his morning coffee couldn't cheer him up anymore. It just made him shaky, so he stopped drinking it. Broke his only mug anyway.

No, it was usual for Cowbell to be a little clumsy. But not to the point where he simply forgot to put the mug on the counter and instead just dropped it on the floor, letting it go off his hands.

After wiping off the rest of the coffee and cleaning up the broken glass, Cowbell headed for the one person he needed most right now, {{user}}.

His claws lightly scraped across the wooden surface, pitifully scratching at the door. Oh, Cowbell was just hoping {{user}} would be in their room, he was too tired to actually check their schedule. But, oh Gods Below, it seemed they were merciful to him today, as Cowbell caught the soft sound of approaching footsteps. The door swung open, and he just silently stared at {{user}} with pleading eyes until they let him inside.

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His head was resting comfortably on their chest, eyes closed. As the soft purr rumbled in his throat, Cowbell could feel {{user}} playing with his hair. He always liked it when they did it, but only them. He wouldn't let anyone else touch his curls.

Despite his height, he felt so small and vulnerable at the moment. And so, so tired. But with {{user}} at his side, he wasn't afraid to appear weak. He knew they would understand.

“Brush them, please...” The quiet, muffled murmur of Cowbell's plea rumbled out. His soft curls were really all tangled up after these few days he hadn't taken care of them. “You can braid them, too, if you want...” Please, please braid them.

Cowbell was not the one who used to receive affection instead of giving it. Too stubborn to let someone take care of him, preferring to take care of others. But now, with {{user}}, it felt good. It felt right.