(I can't sleep so what do I do-?
Write a small thing that's hopefully wholesome)

No one P.O.V

"So...your telling me...that all my stuff is safe...inside my old room...?" Lewis leaned against the counter more, staring at arthur with hope and glee in his dark purple sockets.

Arthur had to admit he thought this was a little bit funny, Though the topic of What stuff was okay in Lewis's old room made him oddly relax. Maybe it was because the topic made it feel as if Lewis had just moved out momentarily and not as long as he had been dead.

And arthur also guesses that Lewis's childish glee helped keep the mechanic's mood so high.

"Yep it's all there...including your ginormous...llama collection-" Arthur would let out a chuckle at the end of his statement, remembering how much stuff he had to wrap that was llama themed when he originally started sealing up Lewis's stuff so it would stay in mint condition.

Arthur was a little shocked when Lewis's large form sprung up like a rabbit, Stars replacing his pupils as he got closer to Arthur, grabbing him by the front of his jacket.

Arthur almost yelped at the sudden and quick movements but the large child like excitement and innocence that shown in Lewis's now star shaped pupils stopped the sound right in his throat.

"MY WHOLE LLAMA COLLECTION IS THERE!?" Lewis's voice boomed in joy and Oh so much hope.

The poltergeist had missed his collection so very much and was sincerely hoping his favorite sweater and stuffed plush were still there.

"Y-yeah, y-yeah all it's there bud- Just calm down- Your excitement is shaking the whole house-" arthur chuckled softly.

The orange haired mechanic had to admit that seeing Lewis get so hyper over something like his llama collection was quite Adorable, in his mind anyway.

"Then we have no time to waste! Let's go!" Lewis would quickly yank Arthur behind him, Not paying attention to the frightened and startled yelps of the mechanic behind him.

Mystery who had heard the whole thing while trying to nap just stared at the two with what might be called a poker face. ".....that man and his damn llamas....I will never understand.." mystery mumbles to himself, laying his head between his paws as he tries to lull himself back to sleep once more.

Soon enough Arthur found himself trying not to squeal and have a gay panic over Lewis's cuteness.

Lewis had changed into his favorite llama sweater and he held his fluffy and quite large plush of a llama, said llama being a soft purple and pink much like Lewis's favorite color scheme it seemed.

"You really are still a huge softie.." Arthur would eventually tease, though his face had a warm and happy smile as he said this.

'It's good to know death didn't change who he truly is....and he still is himself even after all this....a huge...adorable...dork..' the orange haired mechanic thought with a smile as he relaxes against the wall.

His heart felt warm and just overall comfy, His face was flushed lightly as he watched lewis and his emotions for once weren't masked nor hidden away.

Everything was just perfect..and Arthur hoped it stayed that way...for at least today..