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“Nah I don’t feel there anymore,” he said with a slightly, brutal truth. “It’s more for show, ya know,” he said and started walking further into the home, letting her look around more with no apparent apprehension.
“It’s home,” he chimed and flopped onto the touch himself as well but on an opposite side away from Kay.
“Nope don’t have to, but want to, so rest,” he gestured to the other side of the sofa.
“Handler and I are both buzzed, this is pleasant~”
“Well don’t go dying on me,” Sly teased a bit, but it did sound genuine. “This is the most company I have had in months and I am beginning to think it’s my bad luck turning people to dust.”
“…well ya certainly look blue, better hurry and get ya to that couch,” he said walking to his home and unlocking the door for them both.
He did not notice the snowball packing however as he glanced inside his home, almost out of habit checking for something.
“It’s pretty unlived in there, but it’s a good place to rest for this apparently sweet bones, think ya are being too kind though,” he chuckled moving to turn around.
“Blue? Please! I’m just…somewhat injured.” She says through grit teeth, the pain succumbing her form as she held the small snowball in her hands. The wave of pain eventually ceasing as she feels a small grin form on her lips, though it was a little more forced.
With that, she throws the snowball playfully- luckily it hit him in the chest and not his face. Her eyes widen slightly at the snow that splashed onto his shirt.
“I–….” K bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her fit of giggles that tried to escape her.
“Heh, Grillbz did that to me ya know, when he was under the weather, he was always lying too,” he said with a faint smirk. “...heh, want to add more white to my outfit Kid?” he said with a grin and gesture to his chest, where his white chest scar shone.
“I’ve been told it brings out my eye sockets so I guess I cannot complain though,” he chuckled good naturedly. “But should ya be throwing balls when ya feel sick? Come on let’s get ya to the couch...”
“Wh-WHAT IS HAPPENING?”
“Well don’t go dying on me,” Sly teased a bit, but it did sound genuine. “This is the most company I have had in months and I am beginning to think it’s my bad luck turning people to dust.”
“...well ya certainly look blue, better hurry and get ya to that couch,” he said walking to his home and unlocking the door for them both.
He did not notice the snowball packing however as he glanced inside his home, almost out of habit checking for something.
“It’s pretty unlived in there, but it’s a good place to rest for this apparently sweet bones, think ya are being too kind though,” he chuckled moving to turn around.
“Heh, yeah makes sense, ya switch a digit or time stream and suddenly ya can end up in all sorts of weird places.”
“Welp, it ain’t much but ya are welcome to stay as long as ya need to,” he grinned.
“HEH, fresh as ya? I don’t think so. Maybe fresh as a week old pizza, I’d take that much,” Sly what was with the food analogy?
“But that is a pizza, heh, cake. Outta curiosity what brings ya to this timeline? I ain’t sure it even shows up in the verse anymore.”
“Nah, no worries, focus on the positives, like fuck ups, all for this party about to go down~” he said with another chuckle.
“Good friends, good booze, and... well not GOOD anime persay-” he snorted to himself. “But good laughs.
“I’ll get us right to the booziest place in my timeline, heh.” he reached out a hand for Epic’s. “It’s easier to short cut when I grab ya, if that is all right pal,” he said with a grin.”Or I could just give ya the coordinates but I ain’t sure if mine work like yours...”
“It’s a pretty hand-y talent, but it has it’s limits,” he added with another faint snicker.
“Yeah I tend to try and avoid those ones... seems like they don’t like people like me walking around, semi alive and semi lucid,” he admitted and gave a slight shrug but a wince as well.
“Nah don’t bug me none,” Sly said and he turned around, to start walking back to his home. “It’s this way...” he said and pulled his hoodie closer to himself as he started walking through the snow. “Heh, you guys are good at controlling that fire right? I mean Grillbz was, and it’s just a couch it can hire a few burn marks.”
“It’s already stained pretty badly by ketchup anyway,” he said tipping back another sip of the ketchup as they walked.
“I hope so too, but that type of magic is beyond me. Don’t worry I bet you are right, probably just an old bones like me being worried over nothing.”
“Welp then in that case I better get ready to be running faster, dang I like to be lazy and not exercise,” he said with a faint chuckle.
“True...didn’t think about that,” he said thoughtfully as well.
He noted the look on the other’s skull for a second before grinning, “Hey don’t look so down in the dumps pal, we’re gonna have some sake member?~” he said smiling.
“Would appreciate the help though if we wanna get enough booze to get ME drunk...I might need a bit heh,” he chuckled. “Either or, if we want quiet and no possible witnesses to make fun of us till the day we dust my place may be better, heheh,” he teased.
“Yikes does not look good, would offer to heal ya, but I have never been blessed with that particular type of magic,” Sly said with a faint wince.
“Huh weird...yeah magic does some weird things and I have been to enough different time lines to know some magic is darker than should be used, things like binding and the such. Things that really should have stayed buried with us alone,” he added sockets a bit dark at the thought.
“I can offer ya a couch to crash on though, and maybe at least a cloth bandage, had to try a few things when we don’t have healing magic after all. Hopefully though it’s not a binding or that thing may never heal,” he said a bit worriedly.
After properly reassured nothing was tampered with, Sly shifted to pop open the ketchup bottle and take a long draft from it. A soft purr escaped him for a moment as he did so.
“Heh yep, I relish the stuff quite a bit, most of the Sanses I have met, have. Then again there are always the outliers, I mustard admit I do not entirely get it,” he grinned slightly.
“Ah but how else are ya gonna get that unbridled flavor-” he began before blanking and seeming to note the blood dripping into the snow.
“...looks like ya spilled some ketchup kid,” but his voice did not sound joking. “What happened to ya?” he asked, walking closer. He had never had healing magic, never blessed with it. But he knew wounds when he saw them. She was a fire type right?
“Why haven’t ya cauterized it?” he asked.
“Heh, I feel ya,” Sly admitted and then he whined. “Wait so since I am scarred on my chest across where the fangirls like the hoodie is that...MORE sexy or less, I don’t know the rules and I want to know how fast I need to run,” Sly admitted with a snicker.
“Yessss,” Sly said with a little enthusiastic, fist pump. This was going to be the best. “I mean... my timeline’s kinda kaput, but there might be some booze left over in Grillbz still,” he mused.
The latter was the truth, there were not other monsters than himself in the timeline. At least he was pretty sure there was not, if there were it meant they were immune to his code seeking.
And he did not really want to think about that.
“Well, I have been told I am a pretty chill skeleton, after all don’t have those bits that usually cause warmth,” he chuckled to himself. “No guts no glory?” he commented at his own ribs but was snickering.
“Huh, you came prepared, met other Sanses A few I reckon?” he asked as he reached out for the ketchup with a gloved hand. He took it, but discreetly checked for a seal on it, before he would drink it.
“Heh, I’ve been told I have a few funny bones,” Sly admitted with a chuckle and he gave a faint shrug of his shoulders. Especially he considered himself to have more than one funny bone, even if that seemed to be the allotted number that most skeletons should have.
“Eh, maybe, I try to think I am just a big...slightly poky teddy bear,” mostly because of his bones and he was skeletal by nature after all.Sly made an effort to make friends or at least acquaintances before making enemies, it was not his thing to fight. Well of course unless he had to.
“This place is kinda dead though so not sure how much company ya will find around here,” he admitted.
Sly nodded as well, “Hell sometimes ya don’t even need the incentive of magic tits to have people start touching ya, being a skeleton seems enough for em, how do ya move like that?” he mimicked in a slightly whiny tone. “Are ya a Halloween decoration? Heh...” he snorted.
“Hey I am up for it, I can supply the vodka, I gotta stash but we’re gonna have to go on a supply run for the rest of it.”
“But Yessss, I agree if we are doing this we need to do it right, find those ramunes or something like that and spike em to high heaven,Sake-” he ticked off on his skeletal fingers before grinning. “Hey I am all for getting fucked up~”
“I’ve had a lot of practice, thanks though Dream, ya made an old skeleton pretty happy about his punning skills,” he admitted.
“Pun Champion,” he teased a bit and he gave a small bow, not quite as dramatically as a Papyrus.
