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The Lovebird and the Pun-King	By : Otaku_Girl Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“you, eh, weren’t serious about finding somewhere new to live, were you, pal?” You glance up from the junior jumble Papyrus had lent you. The two brothers had been gone most of the day organising repairs for you. Papyrus even called in to explain the situation to your boss.
That’s going to be a fun one to explain when I get in. You rub at the edge of your bandaged arm nervously. The missed day and overly enthusiastic call will be child’s play to explain compared to the healing injury on your arm. Sans has assured you that he knows a goat of all people who should be able to help you feel as good as new before heading back into the office.
Maybe it’s time to finally take a closer look at those counselling pamphlets the lady at the women’s centre gave me… The last time your ex had lost control like this, you’d needed a few dozen stitches to fix the damage. You had refused to give any details on what had exactly happened, but the knowing looks you had received had been more than enough to know your half-hearted excuses weren’t being taken seriously. Honestly, you had been more concerned about what your ex would do when you got home; the clinic hadn’t let him past the waiting room, and you knew you would be in for it by the time you were finally cleared to leave.
“Well, I was considering it. I didn’t…” You look down again, unable to hold his gaze. For someone to smiley, there is no real sincerity behind that grin. For such a comedian, he seemed far too serious at times. ...D ear sweet fluffy cinnamon rolls. He’s comic sans. How the fudge did I miss that one?
“...it’s cause i went right for the jugular, isn’t it? it was never about being scared of paps and me for what we are.”
You look at him quizzically. “What you are?”
“eh. geeze, there you go provin’ me wrong again. i’m usually a much better judge of character. i’m sorry about the whole, neck thing, kid. and the knife in your kitchen… and the whoopie cushions under all your chairs.”
“The what?” You laugh.
“eheheh. pretend i didn’t say that last one. mind if i take a load off?” he gestures to the seat beside you.
“It’s your house.” You point out with a shrug. “I’m sorry again for… everything. I didn’t mean to be such a bother.”
“are you really trying to apologise for being attacked right now?” You peek up at him again. His eyelights are so narrow, they look like they have gone out completely.
“I shouldn’t bring other people into my messes. I didn’t mean to inconvenience either of you. I didn’t…” you look down, taking a deep breath. Unclenching your hands, you carefully lay the book down before you can rip it. “I didn’t see the messages, or I would have left before he arrived. I know better than to be around when he gets like that. I’m just sorry you got all caught up in this.” digging your nails into the back of your hand, you start picking at the edge of your bandage. “T-thanks for… everything.”
A bony hand presses against yours, stopping your nails from digging in any deeper. “you really don’t have to thank me. i’m the one who should-”
“Humans. We can be pretty shitty, you know? As a whole, we aren’t known for being kind, or tolerant, or well, good with anything that’s different from our own tiny, narrow point of view. I really don’t blame you for letting a hint of humanity slip through for a moment there, Sans. I just hope we can… maybe try being friends? Or at least, non-violent acquaintances?”
“heh. i think we can give that a shot.” Sans pulls his hand away with a grin. This one seems much smaller, but a touch more genuine than his others. You pick up the junior jumble once more, keeping an eye on Sans as he meanders towards the cupboards. Pulling out a snack, he sent you a wink. “i can totally see this friend- chip going places.” He holds up a tortilla chip.
You groan. “You’re punbelievable, you know that?”
“and here i was, thinking things were going to be guac ward between us.”
“Please stop.”
“ehehehe. did that one tickle your funny bone? ”
Rolling your eyes, you return your attention back to your junior jumble.
“hey, kid? mind if i ask a favour?” You shake your head. “i think paps wants to ask you something. i know you’ve been having a tough time, what with… everything. Just… at least hear him out? and try to be gentle with him? he’s really just a baby bones in a big package still.”
“Whatever he has to say, I’ll listen, Sans. He’s just a big fluffy cinnamon roll, isn’t he? I can see why you’re so protective of him. You really are a good little-big brother, aren’t you?” Huh. Who knew skeletons blush blue?
"MAY I COME IN?” Papyrus knocks loudly on your front door. He had only tried the backdoor once since the two of them had repaired it for you. You had nearly brained the poor thing with a frying pan. Both brothers have since made a more consistent effort to make noise when approaching you.
“Of course, Paps! One second - I just need to put these away.” You call out, putting the lid on the last of the two matching boxes. It had taken you a couple of days to get all of the things you needed (and expedited shipping had been a real bitch, but what’s a little credit card debt between friends?) but they were finally ready.
“Hey there Papyrus. What’s up? I thought we were going to meet up at your place tonight to watch the MTT Valentines Special? I’m not running late, am I?” You glance back at the hallway clock with a frown.
“NO, NO. I AM SURE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN ON TIME. YOU ARE MOST PUNCTUAL! WELL, SECOND MOST PUNCTUAL NEXT TO ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! NYEHEHE.” You grinned up at him. He’s such a cutie-doof. “HE-HEM. THAT IS NOT WHY I AM HERE. I… OH, THIS REALLY IS AGAINST THE MANUAL. I REALLY DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS.”
You lay a hand on Papyrus's arm, looking up at him in concern. “Papyrus, if something’s wrong, you know you can talk to me anytime.”
“THANK YOU HUMAN. I KNOW. I JUST… I’M JUST GOING TO SAY IT. MY BROTHER HAS ASSURED ME THAT PUNS ARE THE WAY TO A WOMAN’S HEART. SO… I GOUDA GIVE IT A TRY. NYEEEH. I... KNOW THESE SOUNDS CHEESY BUT-BUT… WILL YOU BRIE PLATONICALLY MINE?”
What.
You can’t help it; you laugh. “Platonically yours?” His cheeks positively glow orange. He nods. You lean up, tugging at his shirt to get him to stoop down. With a grin, you press a kiss against his cheek. “Of course, Paps. I couldn’t ask for a better platonic datemate. Just do me a favour - be yourself. No need for the puns, kay? I prefer it when you’re you. One punny skeleton is enough for me. Ok?”
“OK.”
Orange really does look sweet on him.
“THAT REMINDS ME. MY LAZY-BONES BROTHER IS TAKING A NAP RIGHT NOW. IF SOMEONE WANTED TO CATCH HIM BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THAT GREASE-TRAP, NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME. TO TALK ABOUT VALENTINES. NON-PLATONICALLY. OR PLATONICALLY. I WON’T JUDGE.”
Maybe he’s not such a babybones after all. Dashing back into the kitchen, you grab the two small boxes before returning. “Thank you, Paps. Really. You’re the best. Happy valentines day.” You press one of the boxes into his hands.
“NYEHEHEH. OF COURSE; I AM THE MAGNIFICENT PAPYRUS AFTER ALL!”
In your rush to catch Sans, you forget to grab you forget to grab your shoes. The grass feels cold and damp between your toes as you hurry next door. Pushing your way past one gate, then the next, you come to a stop on their porch.
I can do this. I can do this. I… oh who am I kidding? I’m not ready. There's no way-
“hey buddy. you gonna knock anytime today? or are you just going to leaf without coming in?” You let out a loud squeak, lashing out with both arms. You watch in horror as your precious cargo goes sailing towards Sans head. A faint blue haze surrounds the small package, stopping it in its tracks. You let out a sigh of relief.
“You need a BELL. I swear to god Sans, I am getting you one for your birthday.” You laugh nervously. Smirking at you, he scratches absentmindedly at his stained white tee.
“you just missed paps. i don’t know where he was going in such a hurry, but i’m sure he’ll be back soon, if you wanna wait for him inside? he never misses a mtt special.” Sans holds the door open for you.
“Ah… I, er, actually came here to talk with you. If... if you have a moment?” you feel your courage wavering.
“of course kid. everything ok? you haven’t been getting any more unwanted messages or house calls?” His eyelights narrow.
You shake your head. “No, no. I just… wanted to give you something.” You point to the small box he is holding. “If you don’t like them, it’s ok. I just… maybe if you open them, it’ll make more sense?” You plead.
He quirks a browbone at you, seriously - how do they do that? Before opening the box with a shrug. “sure kid, no problem-oh.”
A tense silence falls between you as Sans gently pulls out one of the small pieces between his fingers. It had taken you a while to modify the recipe, but you think you’d finally got it down.
“It’s kind of a human tradition, to give flowers or candy for valentines day, to show someone that you like them. A dozen red roses are pretty much the ultimate sign that you… like them. I didn’t think you’d really be a flowers kind of guy, though. And Paps mentioned you weren’t really that into regular candy.” You glanced up at him nervously. His eyelights looked like pinpricks.
Is that a good sign? Or a bad one? “They’re ketchup flavour. I… heard that was your favourite?” You glance nervously at the tiny ketchup bottle-shaped chocolates. It had been a nightmare trying to find the right shape moulds, not to mention getting the ratio of white chocolate to ketchup just right.
“I think you’re a bit of a dick to be honest. You don’t always give people the benefit of the doubt, and you’re messy as hell from what I’ve seen of your place. But… you’re a good guy. You’re the sweetest big brother, and… I’d like to get to know you a bit better. You could say I’ve been a little bit bonely since, well… everything. It’s been really nice getting to make new friends again. I was thinking maybe it might be nice to see where things go?”
The silence stretches uncomfortably between you. “... I totally misjudged this, didn't I? Pretend I didn’t say a thing. I’ll just be hiding in my place until-” As you turn to leave, a hand shoots out to grab your wrist. Gently, Sans grasps the delicate skin, mindful not to touch the tip of the large, pink-red mark that would soon begin to flake and scar.
“you really want to jump my bones that much, heh?”
“Not really. I don’t know yet. I just want to see that genuine smile of yours some more, not this awful fake one.” He looked stunned for a moment, before his wide grin shrunk to something smaller and more genuine.
“i think i can manage that.”
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