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Toriel shrugged, if he didn’t get out in the next ten or so minutes she would assume he fell asleep again.. If that happened, well, she would come in after him.. Or at least try to thoroughly wake him up. God knew that Sans could sleep in her tub all night if he wanted to.

“Okay.. if you say so. Your clothes aren’t quite done yet so I’m leaving a shirt here on the sink for you.” The #1 Mom shirt was folded up on the dry sink top and then the door was closed after her.

“If you aren’t out soon, I’ll have to come in and get’cha!” A soft chuckle followed after and the sound of Toriel padding back downstairs.. 

Well, whilst she waited for Sans she turned on the television and casually watched the evening news.

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Some fifteen minutes passed...

Waking up once he’d dozed wasn’t an easy task, but sure enough. Sans climbed his way out of the cooling water to his towel, then, the single article of clothing Toriel had left for him.

Shortly after hearing one of the beepers go off for the cookies, Sans came padding down the stairs and into the living room. He stopped briefly in the doorway, striking a lazy pose.

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Hearing the sloshing, she assumed he was still alive in there.. but upon listening more closely.. Toriel could hear the skeleton snoozing from the other side. She shook her head with a smile, how could she expect anything else?

Closely she opened the door and peeked her head in to see her theory was correct. The sleepy skeleton was snoozing in her tub. With a near silent exhale, she spoke up.

“Sans? Saaans. You gotta wake up, sugar skull.” The woman’s voice cooed, giving a little knock to the door for good measure. “You can snooze when you get out of there.”

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“Mmm... m’up... Out ‘n a minute.....”

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During the time she had been gone, Toriel had to do some heavy duty cleaning of his shirt especially.. All of those stains were quite a challenge for her to get out, there were some that simply would be there permanently it seemed.. At least it was better than before.. As for his hoodie, that wasn’t too hard to meddle with. It would be clean when he was finished but not dry for a while longer.. 

Toriel hummed as she looked over her handy-work. Muuuuch better.. She made a mental note to go and collect Sans’ laundry later, this would not be happening again.. 

His clothing would likely not be dried for a while longer, which meant he would need something else to wear.. The woman hummed as she picked out a t-shirt that Frisk got for her.

A smirk spread across her face. Oh this would be good.

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“Sans, are you done?” Tori’s voice carried from outside the door, waiting for his response with the shirt in hand.

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For a long moment, there was no audible reply.

Until-

Between the productive afternoon he’d had and the hot water he’d gotten around to filling the tub with, Sans ended up doing exactly what was expected from him. 

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She squinted at him. Toriel would have to be sure to do a cleanliness inspection from here on after this. There would be no dirty skeletons in her house, absolutely not!.. However, she would allow him this luxury to be on his own to bathe at least..

“You best give yourself a good wash, Sans. If those bones aren’t sparkling by the time I’m done washing your shirt and jacket, I’ll disassemble you.” With a final smile, she turned to leave.. Not before grabbing him a towel and tossing it in behind her.

“I’ll be back in a little while. “

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“Eheh...” Sans waited a couple beats after the door closed behind her before he stepped down from the toilet, caught towel in hand.   He looked around the large space, momentarily lost. It had been a while since he took a bath in all honesty. He and Papyrus made do with a cramped shower stall in their own apartment. Still, it wasn’t quantum physics to figure out an unfamiliar faucet.  Sans discarded his towel, shorts and slipper on the little round rug by the toilet and clambered into the tub, seating himself before setting to fiddling with the hot and cold knobs. Not even bothering to close the plug, of course. If he did that now, he’d be stewing in sludge in no time. Now all he needed was...

Tori owned the exact same weird sponge as Papyrus. Right down to the color. His sigh was thoroughly resigned as he loaded it with the closest soap- some kind of floral scented shampoo- and got to scrubbing. 

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Frisk paused, lifting their chin to peek through the stores window. There must have been an event that day, for inside they had a playpen of small dogs that seemed to be available for petting. The child took in an breath of excitement, and glanced to the skeleton beside them with hopeful eyes. 

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“Y’know, we have a dog at home...” It looked crowded in there. Not crowded like a nice bar or arcade, just packed with humans and their children. A quick scan of the store front didn’t show any political signs or other tell-tale marks of an anti monster establishment, but he didn’t spot any monster folk through the window either. Sans glanced to the blue sky. Puffed out a single-note chuckle when he looked back down and Frisk’s expectant look hadn’t changed. He raised a hand and spread the fingers at them. “Five minutes, Kiddo, then I’ll be retrieving you from this ruff looking crowd.”

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She brought him to her room where there would be a large bathroom. It was spacious enough for both of them easily, considering that Toriel was a large person to begin with she needed a restroom to suit her.

Once they were inside she locked the door behind her and set him down. “Shirt off.” Toriel commanded, holding out her paw for that dirty t-shirt.

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Sans found himself standing on the closed lid of a toilet bowl. Its fluffy cover was soft against the bones of his bare foot and he took a moment to curl his toes in it. Being almost nose-to-nose with Toriel’s frown didn’t leave him many options. He hunched, pulled his arms inside the t and shoved it off over his head, one hand staying at rest over the upper right of his ribcage for a little decency. Even skeletons didn’t go flashing their hearts all willy-nilly.  No hiding the crusty residue of his excessive eating habits, of course, but no one here would be surprised at this point. “... Alright. I know you’re thinking I’m a bonehead, but-”

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Toriel kept a hold on him, making sure he wouldn’t try to wiggle away from her. Ohhhh no, she was NOT having this whatsoever, he was going to get clean up.

“If you’re going to act like a child that doesn’t want to take a bath, guess what I’m going to do?” Toriel started to march right up the steps to the master bath..

“Sans, you’re going to have a..”

“Bath time.”

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* Sans isn’t allowed in my house unless he 

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* YOU CAN’T JUST FEBREEZE A SHIRT SANS IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT

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“In my defense, I breezed by inspection before you decided to start stripping me in your kitchen.”

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“SAAAANS!”

Her voice carried throughout the house and Toriel went to go catch him. “I’M GOING TO THROW YOU INTO THE BATHTUB YOU FILTHY SKELETON!” There wouldn’t be any of that in HER house, he was going to get clean whether he wanted to or not

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“Woa woa woah-!” Sans considered teleporting again. Somewhere farther away, maybe the next town over. He also considered that she might throttle him the next time he showed his face. 

His fingers curled in the front of Tori’s dress, getting a hand hold as he was manhandled under her arm. “Would y- I was-”

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Ugh.. Sans was such a slob she really needed to– Upon seeing the even worse state of his t-shirt, Toriel’s fingers twitched with anticipation. Ohhh no, he was NOT about to go around with THAT on.

“SANS! How can you go for so long without washing your clothes?!” Tori clenched the hoodie in her fist then tossed it onto a chair in the kitchen.

“..Give me. The t-shirt.” Was she going to strip him down? Maybe.. Not like there was anything really lewd on a skeleton.

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“Whaaat? I Febreezed it this morning, T-”

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“…”

Without warning Toriel lunged at him in hope to grab the hood of his jacket. It would at least stop him from moving any further.. If she was unable to grab him she would continue to pursue him.

“GIVE ME THE HOODIE, SANS!” Toriel barked. Nooo! Not her clean carpet! “Don’t make me call Papyrus!”

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Nope. Too much excitement over a hoodie.

There was a small rain of ketchup packets from the otherwise empty jacket, one abandoned slipper dropping to the rug. The other was still on Sans’ foot as he reappeared in a casual lounge on the couch. To be honest, the t-shirt he’d been wearing underneath was considerably... worse... than what Toriel was holding. 

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Toriel was no fool, she knew he had no plans to follow her request.. She would have to take it into her own hands. Her paws slid against the kitchen floor, her eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Sans..” She warned. “Don’t make me take it off myself.. I will not hesitate to hunt you down. I’m not kidding. Give. Me. The. Hoodie.”

As promised.. she went on the advance. Every step he took away from her, every step she would take after him. Not only would the stains settle into his jacket, he would muck up her clean house too.

“This is your last warning.. Give it up, skeleton.”

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Ah. Shit.  Sans raised his palms, phalanges spread in placation as he took another shuffling step backward. His flour powdered slipper met the divide between kitchen tile and livingroom rug. “C’mon, Tori, I let you wash it yesterday-” Yesterday? Or maybe a couple days ago- a week, tops. Same difference really.

“A- eheh- a little sugar never hurt anybody?”

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Toriel turned with a dish towel in hand, she snorted a giggle and shook her head. A rosy blush dusted her cheeks, it was hard to see through her white fur–but if you squinted..

“You have good taste then.” Tori winked down at Sans with a knowing smirk. 

Upon seeing just how absolutely filthy his hoodie was, she squinted. That would not do.. She would have to wash it straight away before any stains set in.. Toriel knew that Sans would take forever to wash his own clothing.. Good thing he had her now to take care of his laundry.

“Sans–I’m going to need you to give me your jacket.. I will not have filthy skeletons in my house.” Toriel huffed, “Strip it off, mister.. If you come quietly I’ll reward you.” She flashed a shining grin. He couldn’t resist that, could he?

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