Frisk raises a brow at the teddy bear, resting their hands on their hips. Their's just the beginnings of a shit-eating grin on the corner of their lips. ". . . ."
– He sees you there and he would rather you not point out his suddenly plush appearance, however the fact that you’re beginning to grin is giving away the fact that you’re… well, far too amused.
“Can I help you, Dual?”
The grin is unleashed in full force, mischief easily read on their expression. The fact that you are trying to pull off the usual casual indifference just makes it so much funnier.
“Actually…” they snicker, leaning in, hands still on their hips. “…I think you can, now.”
– It’s not easy being all plush and stuff. It’s a little harder to move around seeing as how can can’t entirely feel his limbs. Sans doesn’t appreciate your mischievous snickering, nor does he appreciate the sassy stance you happen to be holding.
“How so?”
Frisk leans in and grabs the oversized plush sans, lifting him up and dragging him to the nearest couch. “Well now that you don’t have any sharp points I figure you won’t be as liable to impale me, which means I get to cuddle the uh.. *stuffing* out of you.” They giggle despite the morbid reminder of his betrayal, settling in on the couch and flopping on the Sans plushy, sighing and snuggling contentedly. For all their teasing, the circles under their eyes are dark, the stress and exhaustion obvious.
-- If there was one thing he didn’t expect, it was definitely the other grabbing him, picking him up, and setting him on the couch. You have a strange way of showing your affection, though he won’t question it- he will keep you one of the many mysteries of the universe. As you settle, he decidedly wraps his arms around you.
“Never gonna let me live that down, huh...”
-- He sighs, harmless blue wisps exhaling through his teeth as he cuddles you with his plush arms.
“Sleep well, kid.”
