spookyscientistskeleton:
Grillby laughed, resting on his elbows against the bar. ‘Please. I can do better than that if I want to make you blush.’ One other thing about having had that deeply, profoundly unpleasant conversation and getting it out of the way. He could flirt with Sans a little too, without worrying that he would catch on, or conversely being frustrated when he didn’t. It did have a way of taking the pressure off, he had to admit.
‘Hm. I’ll think about it,’ he replied, in a way that clearly implied he wouldn’t ask. ‘Though I may take you up on that next time I need to visit Fuku’s mother.’ Truth be told, he hadn’t felt much of a need to go out on the prowl, these past few years. Perhaps it might have helped, to divert his attention elsewhere. But when he tried… well, there weren’t many people he came across that made him laugh quite the way Sans did, that made him feel quite the same warmth in his core.
And true, he didn’t really give them the chance. But… well, they’d only just gotten that whole mess out in the open, and he didn’t–think he was quite ready to let go, just yet.
Sans had been right, he suspected, to call him a masochist.
‘Shame you didn’t stop by with it on,’ he mused idly, as he got down a bottle from the top shelf. The bar was empty, he didn’t particularly mind helping himself. ‘I kind of miss those days. I liked hearing you talk about whatever you were working on in the lab. Even if it had a tendency to go over my head. Care for a drink, by the way?’
a fair point. though the skeleton had to wonder how grillby would pull that one off... maybe if he decided to be hilarious in public, and even then, the skeleton was known for being quick to fire another shot and turn the tables before he reached the tipping point himself.
helping himself to a seat, bar empty due to the late hours, it was hard not to recall what alcohol had done to the two the last they’d stuffed their faces. but as the patron of mistakes, all of them biblical, if crimes against friendship wielded a knife, it would have already murdered what the two shared on the first night.
❝ sure. i’ll take what you’re havin’. ❞ whatever the swill it might have been.
wouldn’t be a first for him consuming something not meant for every monster.
shifting the light in his sockets out to the rattling window, sans could feel a storm beginning to brew in. no doubt due to some malfunction in the core running temperatures lower than usual. ever since gaster “fell” into his creation, the core would every so often present these moments of instability.
sans couldn’t help but wonder if it was a shift in the continuum. he’d quantified them all... timelines in which different beings would spawn, sometimes odd doors would appear and odder men too, wearing macabre smiles not meant to be seen.
❝ like that calcium bathbomb i made for pap when he was jus’ a baby? doc almost had my ribs when he found out i was “wasting” precious components on that stuff. but i knew i could just farm them all back after a trip to the dumpster. ❞
well, most of them at least.
❝ remember the day i took pap here for the first time? he wouldn’t stop crying ‘cause he felt his bones all “sticky”. he didn’t know the word grease, so he just kept saying he was sticky. that was when ya gave him a, uh, milkshake, was it? and he finally piped down. ❞
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