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Under Lust! Sans || 18+ || NSFWE || Semi-Selective || Icon art is by ttoba

[l0stsans]

       ( Me: never has time/energy to rp          Also me: Finds an old file of icons for a big feral skeleton boi I used to rp as         LIIIKE I KNOW IT’S A BAD IDEA BUT I DO MISS RPING HIM??? LOOK AT HIM??? HES SUCH A BOI. )

[l0stsans]

;;Rank my muse for Courier! Or if you'd rather Calisto :>

Send in the name of your muse for my muse to rank…

Their Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (shes heckin cute! )

The Sound Of Their Voice: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (probably also cute!)

Their Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (doesnt know her that well yet, but so far likes her!

Their Actions: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Hasn’t seen her much so, idk?)

Their Sense Of Fashion: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (adorable, duh.)

Does My Muse Like Them As A Person? Yes | No (yep! she seems sweet)

If My Muse Could Do Anything To Them Without Consequences, They Would: Probably annoy sit around and make jokes at her all day! He’d love that.

[themanofgloom]

Send in the name of your muse for my muse to rank...

Their Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

The Sound Of Their Voice: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Their Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Their Actions: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Their Sense Of Fashion: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Does My Muse Like Them As A Person? Yes | No

If My Muse Could Do Anything To Them Without Consequences, They Would: 

[l0stsans]

                it’s very COMMON for dingo to just put his skull into someone’s lap in hopes that they’ll PET HIM  .  they way dingo has lived most of his life leaves him CRAVING for POSITIVE TOUCHES  .  luckily  ,  for sans  ,  dingo is mostly harmless  .  MOSTLY  .  he’s got a grin on his face  ,  tail wagging a little  .  he gives a soft grunt of a reply  .  he’s asked a question and dingo doesn’t reply  ,  not that he didn’t hear it  ,  but more of he DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO REPLY  .  anything that came to mind would have been a LIE  , but he eventually settles  .

                ❛  ’m fine  ,  ❜  he lies  .

       Despite his more cautious attitude towards the world, Sans finds it hard NOT to trust this skeleton. Maybe because he looks so much like his Papyrus? Well - at least somewhat. There’s so many obvious differences, and yet... enough similarities that Sans feels a pull to be nice to him.        He’s always... had a soft side for anyone who obviously needs some kind of help. And he didn’t feel like laying your skull in a random persons lap seemed... HEALTHY.

       “Well - if you say so. I won’ push ya.” He pats the others skull, reminded of the times that his brother would fall asleep next to him on the couch. He still did, given how much he simply ran himself into exhaustion. Sans just relaxes, as much as he can, humming a small tune and trying not to pay too much attention to the other. No need to PRESS the issue after-all.

[l0stsans]

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Wishes was lost, not sure what the big deal was with the other’s job, but he didn’t want to inquire him. Being a dancer sounded very cool! Was it maybe other alternates who made Sans feel bad about it? Usually the alternates were into science, and any physical activity was frowned upon. heh… Maybe it was something like that, someone who took their jokes too far and made Sans feel insecure about his job. Either way, Wishes was glad to see other accepting his sincere words! “yeah… like.. when i was very very sick, i was very unsightly. i felt like there was no point in going outside of my house. i.. i felt like i served my purpose and that was it. a tab that was forgotten to be closed. a window open in a cold night. boiling water way past its time. i felt like i didn’t belong here.” 

“and… you know, there was a few folks here and there, who got uncomfortable by my presence. can’t blame them. i wasn’t that funny guy anymore. for alternates of us, i was just a bad dream. something to avoid. so, i was so sure i could never be anything past that.” Wishes played with the fur of his hood, smiling sadly. “their opinions were not wrong. maybe if i had a good run, i might hate to see a me who failed, you know? it would scare me, it did scare them. yet… accepting that i was unwanted in life was… harder than i thought. maybe it’s all the determination in me talking. i used to take it a lot.” He chuckled, wow, he was sure rambling a lot. He checked on Sans apologetically, ready to stop if he was getting uncomfortable.

“at the end of the day, i decided to stick around. and before i knew it, good news had arrived out of blue. as if it was waiting for me to find peace. a cure for what i had back then, my condition… um.. what i am trying to say is, you are doing great by focusing on the opinions that matter. if we took the bad ones to heart, we wouldn’t be here, would we?” He let go of his hood, and stretched his arms and back before resting his head on his hand again. He was silent for a little while, collecting his thoughts. His old condition was a sensitive topic, so he both wanted share it because he had limited chances at talking about it, and wanted to avoid it like the plague.

At Sans’ comment, he gave a questioning smirk at first, and then a joking wink. “well, you should consider not being so kind and friendly with me. it’d hard not to like you.” He giggled. “though, please don’t take it seriously. i mean.. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable..? hope it’s not the case.?” This was their first meeting after all. Wait… He wasn’t implying he was interested in Sans! He could be, but it would take time!  Not that he was actively working to earn his affection or anything! Also the other was not interested in romance, he told Wishes that earlier. Wow… He was very nervous about this. He got scared Sans would think badly of him and leave. “sorry, i can get very… uh… weird..? i mean, of course take me seriously, i mean what i say! it’s just…” He blushed, but did not avert his eyes. “..i’m…” Help. He pulled on the fur of his hood, not pulling it up but he wanted to hide after the maximum awkwardness thanks to Wishes.

After the initial awkwardness, Wishes couldn’t help but blush a bit at being called cute for his curiosity. He would calm down eventually, he was just… It had been a while and he was very used to pushing people away. He was caught off-guard this time. He noted not to keep asking so many questions though. …maybe he did it so the other would stay longer..? 

The world of Sans sounded a tad scary. Would it be suitable to ask what kind of overwhelming he meant by that? Maybe not. So far all he knew was that humans were allowed to come and go, and their royal guards weren’t the best. “oh, i see. um.. if it’s not too hostile or anything, i can visit you next time? i mean… to make it even, if you are up for it.” Wishes loved giving presents, and for the kindness of the other, he already had a good idea for a gift. Delivering it to Sans himself sounded like the best option. OH. OH. Before he forgot! 

“also.. uh.. you are allowed to come and go whenever you want. you passed the test, so by his majesty’s orders you are allowed to pass without me watching your every move.” His phalanges danced on the wooden surface of the counter as he looked down. “i’m kinda off-duty now that you are no longer required to move with a royal guard. so.. pfff.. hello again, i’m the normal citizen wishes, nice to meet you once again.” He joked around. His duty did not change how he saw the other, it was just something small on his mind.

       For Sans, the goal was never to try and feel comfortable all of the time. Truthfully, his life was a cluster of uncomfortable moments that had made him almost hardened to the feeling, almost like he didn’t even feel it as much anymore, even if it did come in the same ways. HE just wanted to show Sans that he wasn’t the type to run from that. Maybe sometimes... when a timeline was just too much. When he saw his brother, or himself being more full of LV then love. He did try to see the good in anybody... but he certainly wasn’t without his limits.         For now, his discomfort was mostly by the way of pity. Now that, he tried not to show. He knew it didn’t feel good to be pitied in any way, but he did feel bad for the other skeleton. His life had been so hard, and still, he was here standing on his own two feet. INSPIRING as it was, Sans wished he didn’t have to be so strong. He could only imagine how much energy it must take.

       He nodded at the others words though, agreeing with him entirely. He should appreciate what he has, he knows that. He can’t help but to feel a lot better then, even though he worries for Wishes, he welcomes the others wisdom. He can tell that the other has more then he might ever admit.        Wishes getting flustered - well, THAT makes Sans smile more. He doesn’t take it seriously, not at all. He’s pretty used to flirting among friends, and to him, it’s just fun and a way to help boost the other confidence, if he can. “You like me, huh? I’m honored.” He rested a hand on the others, patting it gently before pulling away. “I’ll just let’cha know if you make me uncomfortable. How’s that?” His skull dips a little, shrugging some at the others question. “I mean, I’d love that. But just - I’d worry. It’s hard to navigate without knowing what you’ll be getting into.” He never got visitors. At least not purposeful ones. The thought of treating Wishes to a nice cup of hot chocolate and some movies sounded nice. Having somebody to talk to would be... great. Someone he could have these deep conversations with... “Oh! Well, great. Nice to meet you, heh heh.” He grins then, swaying his feet a little on the stool. “Wishes? Huh. What a pretty name. I’m ‘Sans’, ‘Sans the Skeleton.” He chuckles some.

[l0stsans]

“Of course I’d love to see you dance. Maybe I’d learn a thing or two for my own. And I insist, if I can’t pay you with gold, I can pay you with a dance.” For once, Fluff’s confidence hadn’t come crashing down in his face. He could get used to it. Sans was nice to hang out with and just mysterious enough to make him want to get to know him better.

He then paused, following Sans’ gaze to the side, even though there wasn’t anything in particular over there. “If it’s just my company you want, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m actually a pretty lonely guy and I will stoop to begging if it’s what it takes to talk to an interesting guy like you again.”

       “Well, maybe we can just dance together then...? I’d be more then happy with that.” Honestly, the idea made Sans feel all sorts of fluttery on the inside. He bet that Fluff would be adorable on the dance-floor, and his mind began to wander to how it might feel to hold his hands while they danced together...        That was - weird to think about right? For some reason, he thought it might be. “You, lonely?” He could understand that, though - more so the feeling. He wouldn’t have taken Fluff as being someone who got lonely. But then, he supposes everybody does sometimes. “Guess we gotta change that. You definitely don’t gotta’ beg for my attention, sweetheart.”

[l0stsans]

   The small skeleton appreciated the philosophy, letting out a small “huh” at the response. He looked back at his clothes once more and hugged his jacket closer to his body. Simple, clean, and cozy – perhaps there was a special charm to it, just as his alternate suggested. ❝ I guess you got a good point, ❞ he conceded.

   Something just as warm ( in spirit ) and comforting were the familiar streets of Snowdin just up ahead. There was nary a sign of those festive lights ever coming down, even though it was long since – or, at least, a long ways before the holiday would roll around once again. The pub, however, was everlasting, and the monster beelined right for it.

         ❝ So, Sa… ❞ He trailed off, humming shyly while he brought a hand to the back of his neck. ❝ Er, should we be usin’ nicknames? Like, this sounds stupid, but it feels kinda weird calling someone else by my own name, even if we technically are the same entity. ❞

       “Of course I do.” He joked, nudging the other skeleton playfully as they walked on. They were only so far from the infamous Grillby’s now, and he grinned at the thought of getting to see another, (possibly) more relaxed version of the club HE knew. He always enjoyed going there, although it was new to him to have company, it was still... nice. Despite their first encounter being so awkward, he appreciated the other skeleton giving him a second chance. He didn’t know why he cared to get one, but for some reason he felt like this Sans was nice enough to him, that maybe he shouldn’t be rude and just ignore him.        He looked from the town to Sans again when he asked about their names, and for some reason, it made him chuckle just a little bit. He shrugged, not really minding it either way. “Oh, some alternates have taken to calling me nicknames. I guess UL is the nicest sounding one to me.” Certainly ‘Underlust’ or “Lust’ felt too obvious and bizarre. He hadn’t thought much on what HE wanted to be called though, so he just let his alternates say what they wanted.

[l0stsans]

            While he was observant– at the same time, he was completely unaware as to how the other usually was. Okay, maybe not completely– since they were the same person to a degree. More so, he didn’t know how the other usually was. So unless he spent a considerable amount of time around this skeleton– it was impossible for him to tell the difference. So, he took the other skeleton’s words at face value.              It certainly wasn’t a new concept for other timeline variants to up and move house into a different verse. Although not many did it, unless their own was nothing but blood and dust. Those that resided in a ‘fell’ line that had the sense to feel bad about their actions were common movers. Not to mention those that resided in a purely genocide run. None had up and moved to his particular line– probably because he did have genocides every now and then (and they were becoming more and more common now– much to his displeasure). It had been one of the reasons he’d gone out and ventured to a new place. Just tried to get away for awhile. Just tried to take his mind off of what he knew his home was becoming.             While he’d known before that it was foolish to go to a place he didn’t know– he knew even more now. That was for certain. 

            “Not gunna lie– they did rattle me a bit. Though das probably obvious– n’suppose your right. After all, s’how things are here I’m guesin.” Having trailed behind the other into the kitchen, he chuckled a small bit at the other’s joke. “Milk is fine– N’complaining does take effort, don’t it? Know that’s why a lotta us just say quiet bout a lotta stuff.” Okay that wasn’t truly the reason– but it wasn’t like he was going to pressure his companion. “Though still, ain’t fun ta adapt to something ya don’t like. Or are indifferent to, n’its pushed on ye.” Kinda like how the kids choices affected their lives– truth be told, being forced onto a path bothered him because of that. “I do understand sticking by yer home, though. Dere’s always something unique bout the line ya came from. Something innately familiar to yourself. Feels like home– guess ya could say. Least, s’that way fer me.” Even though truthfully he probably should consider moving soon.

       Yeah - there was really nothing MORE annoying then an alternative that DID think they knew everything about him. Or any other alt, for that matter. He always hated that. And then,  stereotyping never felt good either. He appreciated that this Sans seemed to be one of the more chill ones. He didn’t think he could handle anything more right now. It’d been a LONG day after-all.

       Sans took out the milk and sighed, looking at his counter-part with a small smile. Not in-genuine at all, only slightly apprehensive about this particular topic they were leaning on right now. “Well, I’ve been to other timelines plenty. From what I can tell, honestly, I don’t think me and Papyrus would be able to adapt.” He seemed set in that opinion, but wasn’t complaining. He could handle this world. He wouldn’t want to impose onto another for any reason.         “You know, here, I understand how things work. When I’m away, it’s nice to see a change of pace. But I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t a bit overwhelming sometimes.” ESPECIALLY when he met other versions of himself and Papyrus. “We have it good, compared to a lot of universes out there. I can handle the people here, anyways. Heheh. You can even learn to sometimes like the attention.” He shot the other a playful wink, grabbing them two glasses using his magic and pouring them two cups of milk.         “LV exists everywhere. But so does LOVE, am I right?” He walks over to the other skeleton, handing him his glass and giving him a much softer smile then before. “People just have... different ways of showing it.”

[l0stsans]

(( HIII IM ALIVE. Sorry for not posting anything in awhile, I’m not abandoning this blog I’ve just had not much muse for Sans lately. ))

[l0stsans]

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Wishes had not been the… most charming monster to talk to those years, so making the other smile meant a lot to him. He could still be social, it seemed. Maybe there was still hope for him to be the person he used to be, before all the events, the chaos. Someone Papyrus would be proud of. Someone not too draining to hang out with. He held out hope.

Wishes noticed the other’s struggle, and this wasn’t the first time he saw that. Did that mean the other’s Gaster was also grated into time and space like cheese to spaghetti? Wishes didn’t feel too badly about his since his G had been a flaming jerk, but maybe his alternate’s Gaster had been different, undeserving of such fate. It was scary to think about. His hatred for Gaster was a blessing considering the truth he had to face. He decided not to comment on the pause of the other to spare him of the pain. “that’s very brave! we were kinda like that after i was /sans/ my parents. and i can imagine. paying rent and bills was horrible for young me. when i get to the surface, i will just claim an entire forest as my home to avoid owing anyone anything.” He said with a grin, looking at the other.

Oh.. Sans had started to worry middle of his sentence during the job talk, and his worries were justified when the other spoke so… timidly. Wishes waited until his alternate finished his sentence, and took a moment to find the best way to say it. “i think that’s cool too..? if you love what you are doing, that is. i.. i tried to learn to dance back then. like.. i was very bad at, i kept trying one after another. i.. i had a lady to impress, if she ever wanted me, that’s is.” He chuckled softly, blushing slightly. “it requires so much effort and talent, and you are awesome for having what it takes to do it. i.. i am sorry if anyone made you less than amazing about it.” Sans tilted his head, leaning slightly towards the other as he spoke.

Wishes smirked as the opportunity presented itself. “well, if someone amazing like you is hanging out with me, i have to rethink how i feel about myself.” He winked, and the answer was ‘special’. The other sounded genuinely amazing: despite the drastic differences between their timelines, he was still the caring guy who took care of his brother. He was very kind and funny too. Maybe Wishes should rethink his view of timetravelers as a bother too.

Wishes smiled softly, and rested his chin on his hand. “well, it’s you who come all the way here. all thanks goes to you.” He thought for a moment for the best plan to hang out longer. “let’s sit here a bit longer, and then decide what to do then. i am sure there are many fun activities at new home and core, however, i only know snowdin well.” He sighed, glancing around. “you haven’t told me much about what you like and dislike, that kinda stuff. i would like to get to know you. i feel like i talked too much and interrupted your story.”

       Wishes’ idea for surface living sounded more then good to him. As much as Sans liked peoples company, he also really appreciated his solitude as-well. It made it hard sometimes doing what he did, and having such an out-going brother who he’d never want to make feel like he was a bother... but when he DID get alone time to just be quiet and maybe take a nap... it was absolute heaven for him. “I can see why, I’d love that too.” Which made sense, all things considered.        Sans had been - worried, to an extent, about what Wishes would think about his choice of work. But, really, was it a choice? What else was there for him to even do, for even half as much as what he made? Not that money was everything, but he wanted to make sure Papyrus was always safe and comfortable. Even so, he was pleased by Wishes response, even though he didn’t know the full details, DANCING wasn’t exactly a common thing Sans’ got into. If he knew EVERYTHING, it’d be even more different. It wasn’t so much Wishes’ reaction to his dancing that mattered though, as much as his empathy did. Sans’ smile lifted a bit, chuckling a bit in embarrassment at being so obvious about his nerves. “Well, I wouldn’t call it amazing. But - thanks. I find some opinions matter more then others. I try to focus on the good ones.”

       He let out a REAL giggle at the others flattery, finding it to be undeniably charming. “Well - careful there, Wishy - I might start to think you’re flirtin’ with me.” He said, mostly in a light-hearted manner. But there was something about it that served as silent appreciation. He was glad he could lift the others spirits a little. It’s all he was really aiming for.        The others suggestion sounded good to him, so he just nodded in his ascent, smiling at the other. “My story, huh? Honestly, there’s not much more to it.” He canted his skull a little bit, “And you’ve been asking me questions all day, heh. Not that I mind. I think it’s pretty cute.” He said, looking up some as he thought about what to even SAY. “Hmm. I live in a really different world then this. It’s not the worst, but - let’s just say not many people travel there. Well - some do, but they don’t usually stay. I guess it can be... overwhelming to them.”

[l0stsans]

Thalessa decides not to elaborate on why they worry for him, mostly because they don’t want to stress him out and have their evening go south, but it would also be rude to be overbearing and protective of someone they had just met. They told themself that he could probably handle himself as well, but they kept their tenderness tucked away in case he were to ever need something from them. “If you’re sure, dumplin…” They murmur with a nod, reaching over to gently pet his hand.

They won’t say it out loud, at least not right now, but they love seeing him get all flustered at their kindness. Part of them wonders if he doesn’t receive such love enough, and the other part tells them to quell their worries to not ruin their own night. They smile fondly at his flushed cheeks, wishing they could just reach out and hold one, just to feel their warmth, maybe to make him blush more for them. They kept their hands to themself for the most part, though, aside from the hand that had patted his own. For now, anyways. “Oh, no need to thank me, happy to oblige.” They purr in a soft, melodic voice, watching him with

“You certainly could!” They chirp, tone seeming to change to a more bright and sweet one. They don’t end up ordering alcohol this time, rather just a nice, ice cold water instead. Gotta stay hydrated. That shake does look tempting, though! “Mm, what I do, though? Science, marine science, biology specifically.” Rather than using a straw, they just. Pick the glass right up and take a nice, big sip, nearly finishing the glass in a matter of seconds. When they finish, they make a tiny noise, their fins fluttering as if rejuvenated. “Sorry.” They breath, clearing their throat in a kind of dignified way. “B-But yes, marine biology! Been doing that for years, it’s pretty essential for where I live.”

       He didn’t full grasp their worry, in all honesty, his perception was simply that they were nice enough to ASK, and to actually put forth effort into wondering about his take. Which in of itself, was rather unique of them to do. He appreciated it, and in a way, it made him feel abnormally charmed by the other that they made him feel like his opinion mattered. He nods at them in response, hopefully to put them at ease. They really had nothing to worry about, at least in his opinion, they didn’t NEED to worry. He’d been living his life in the same way for so long now... the idea of anything else was far from him.        He smiles back at them, enjoying the warm and gentle way their voice sounds. It served to make him feel comfortable - and on the other end, he could see them catching the attention of many monsters in the club with a voice like that. Their face didn’t hurt either, but he didn’t often think about others looks as much. It’s everything else that makes Thal so attractive. He was certainly enjoying his time with them now.         Thal’s little noise and the fluttering of their fins makes him chuckle softly. How cute. He wonders what other noises they make - and as suggestive as that could sound, he didn’t mean it that way at all. Well - he wouldn’t say he was pure at all in his thoughts, but he wasn’t very interested in the other monster sexually. Or any monster really - not as far as he remembered at least. “Yeah, I could see why. You must be pretty smart then.” Something about this topic makes him FEEL like he’s forgetting something. Or like he feels a connection SOMEWHERE to it, but not directly. It’s... weird. But he finds that the knowledge of what Thal does makes them seem even more interesting to him. “You know, you’re pretty cool.” He says as he leans his chin on his hand, sipping his shake casually.

[l0stsans]

      It doesn’t take long for Bonny to stop being concerned, he seemed relaxed now–but she thought he should be able to rest in his own home. She thought about asking him if he needed to sleep, or maybe just saying that she needed to so he’d rest but decided against it. She didn’t want to impose, even if he seemed tired, people often liked pushing themselves to stay up for just more down time. She could respect that.

      The wink caused a bit of a flustered reaction, glance moving back and forth, but nothing audible. He was calm, and that’s all that really mattered right? She shouldn’t worry, worrying always made things worse in the long run. She quietly set the mug on the floor, as out of the way as possible so it wouldn’t be kicked.

      “T-Thank you, for taking care of m-me.” she lowers her head, almost as if bowing, “I appreciate it, s-since I was… unable to do it m-myself. I… shouldn’t a-ask more of you.” her voice remains weak, but not due to pain, or inability. Her volume just didn’t seem to increase regardless of injury or lack thereof.

      “But… if you’re offering, it’d be rude to refuse…” she concludes, raising her head but still not looking Sans in the eye. “I’d… like to help out if I can. I d-don’t want you doing all the work.”

       Sans doesn’t think anything of the reaction she gave to his little harmless wink, simply taking it as her being shyer then most. Whatever the case, he just gave it a mental shrug, smiling still and honestly, too tired and relieved to think MUCH deeper on it. At the very least, he was pretty glad to have such chill company for once.         Her gratitude did not lie on deaf ears though - or... his lack thereof. He nodded solemnly, moving to get up nevertheless to go get her something to eat, even before she eventually relented and agreed to allow him to do so. “No need to thank me. What ELSE could I have done?” It was true, the idea of just leaving her outside to freeze to death never crossed his mind. It would have been too cruel.

       Her offer makes him look over at her and pause. “Hm. well, tibia honest... I was jus’ gonna heat up some leftovers in the microwave. My brother would probably KEEL over if he knew that I wasn’t gonna make a guest somethin’ from scratch, but it’s out little secret, okay?” He says before shuffling around the couch and over to the kitchen. “Does THAT mean you’re feelin’ better then? Y’know, if that’s the case--” He paused, reaching on his toes to grab a bowl from one of the cupboards, “-there should be some extra comforters and pillows in the closet on your right. Help yourself. Hope you don’ mind crashing on the couch at all.” 

[l0stsans]

       ( Would anyone wanna rp with a good skelemans? He’ll flirt charm you and treat you to many compliments. <3         Like this if you wanna interact with Papyrus, I’ll make a small starter! Idk if it’ll be tonight, but soon! )

[l0stsans]

       ( I’m sorry for being away, I’ve been working sO MUCH AHH. I have?? Actual energy tho tonight so?? I think I’ll get my replies done. C’: )

[l0stsans]

   He had yet to see a formal-looking Sans, so it wasn’t too hard to believe his words. But, if that’s what comfy wear was like in his world, then what was considered “flashy?” And just how much more flamboyant did his Papyrus look? – ah, he had to stifle a giggle at that thought.

         ❝ Maybe if ya got one of those fuzzy boots, it’d help, ❞ he suggested. His eye sockets scrunched up while trying to think for the word. ❝ Whazzit, uh… Uggs? Is that what you call ‘em?… Either way, those would look and feel pretty good, too. ❞

   He stared down at his own attire. He couldn’t say he understood the other’s envy; Sans stayed plain and simple while most everyone else he knew had fresh, new looks. ❝ You really sure this is fine, though? ❞ he found himself asking. ❝ I don’t think you could even pass this for a Tuesday pretty-good. Shit, this is practically my every day-and-night wear. ❞

       He had the right idea, monsters in his universe sure were... extra. Even to him, who still preferred comfort over style. Though he’d grown to really appreciate feeling like he looked nice too. Maybe too much at times, but he didn’t like to come off as being stuck-up.

       “Are you takin’ me for a fool? Of course they’re fuzzy. On the inside though. Uggs are nice though. I have a few pairs like that.” He chuckled some, finding it amusing that they were having this conversation. Though it said a lot about this Sans - he seemed pretty chill, and Lust certainly appreciated that.        He gave the other an innocent little look over before nodding in affirmation. He could sense that maybe Sans wasn’t all that confident in his look; it only pushed Lust into wanting to compliment him MORE. “But it’s still you. Isn’t that enough to make it look good. Some don’t need flashy to look nice.” He grinned at the other. “Not to sound vain at all, heh heh. But you’d be surprised by how attractive it can be to not try so hard.”

[l0stsans]

Fluff tried not to scrutinize Sans too much. For all their similarities and difference, Fluff couldn’t but feel Sans was concealing something. At the very least, he knew it actually wasn’t proper to prioritize friend-making over advertising. But what the Royals didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt them.

“Dancing certainly is fun… in front of the right audience. I could be the right audience for you, money isn’t an issue. Unless you’d rather get paid to sleep, of course.”

The nervousness of the other was at once fascinating and charming. Fluff tried not to preen himself too much in Sans’ presence, for fear of intimidating him. Besides… if he scared Sans away, the friendly flirting game would end. And it had been too long since Fluff found someone who didn’t meet such things with a shoe to the face.

       “Oh - uh. Well, I’m sure you’d make a great audience and all - but you don’ really gotta’ pay me. I’m kiddin’. Heh. I’d love to go dancin sometime... if you’d want to.” He WAS nervous, but he didn’t know why.. maybe it was because he really did think Fluff was cool. He enjoyed their talks, and he liked a lot of what he knew about the other skeleton so far.        “As long as I get to hangout with you, I don’t really care though. I’ve just... had a good time talkin’ to you.” He shrugged, smiling softly as he looked off to the side.

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