Note: This fic takes place a few weeks in the future, in which Black Panther is out in theatres. #BlackPantherSoHype
Dymo on her first date with Rus.
Dymo smoothes down her clothes and smiled at herself in the mirror. Her favorite red knee-length skirt went great with her black keyhole sweater and heels. Not to mention that she knew for a fact that her soon to be skelebae loved her in red and black. She wondered if he would notice? As she was pondering that thought, she heard the doorbell ring. Dymo opened the door and her eyes lit up, because there was her date, a bouquet of red roses in hand.
Papyrus smiled when he saw her, and shyly handed over the flowers. “You look beautiful Dymo.” He said.
Dymo blushed. “Thank you.” She said. “And thank you for the flowers. Let me just find a vase to put these in and we can go.” After unsuccessfully attempting to find a vase, and ultimately deciding that a tall glass would have to do, Dymo put the flowers in water and then they were on their way. When they got to the Movie Tavern, Dymo turned to Papyrus and said “I’m so excited to see Black Panther, I’ve been waiting for it to come out for months!”
Papyrus smiled and said “Me too.”
Dymo and Papyrus walked into the theater and sat down in their seats. They were just contemplating what to order when they heard “Ugh, is that one of those monsters sitting behind us?” The voice was coming from a man sitting a couple rows ahead of them, he was whispering to the guy sitting next to him, although he wasn’t doing a very good job of it considering the whole theater could hear him. “What is one of them doing at a movie? You’d think their entire existence was fantasy enough.” The guy sitting next to him snickered and agreed. Dymo froze in anger and was just about to say something when she felt a boney hand on her arm. It was Papyrus, shaking his head at her. Dymo wanted to resist, but at Papyrus’ insistence, slowly settled down.
It wasn’t long before the waitress came to take their order. After Dymo placed her order, Papyrus asked for his usual BBQ sauce, and a large popcorn. Dymo gave him a strange look, but he just grinned and settled into his seat. By the time their food arrived, the movie had just started. Papyrus nudged Dymo and winked. Dymo watched curiously as he held up a piece of popcorn, and with unnerving accuracy, threw it at the rude guy’s head. Dymo stifled a chuckle as the guy rubbed the back of his head and looked around. Once he settled back down, Papyrus threw more popcorn at his head. The guy stopped, looked around, glared at them suspiciously as Papyrus innocently threw a piece into his mouth, but then settled back down. And so it went for the rest of the movie, Papyrus throwing food at the back of the rude guy’s head for the rest of the movie. Dymo would have been mad at him for distracting her if it weren’t so funny, besides, she could always see it again some other time.
They laughed about it all the way back to Dymo’s place. “I can’t believe you actually got away with that! I swear that guy was gonna complain about you!”
“Complain about what?” Papyrus asked, shit-eating grin on his face. “I think this skeleton is throwing popcorn at my head?”
“He knew it was you.” Dymo said, shaking her head. “He was glaring at you through almost the entirety of the movie.”
“He didn’t see me do it. Therefore he had no proof.” Papyrus said, shrugging.
“Hmm.” Dymo said, a grin forming on her face. “I guess so. Anyway, do you wanna get some dinner with me tomorrow?”
Papyrus’ skull lit up. “Sure. Do you wanna go to that-” His sentence was cut off as Dymo landed a quick kiss on his teeth. Papyrus froze. “D-did you just-”
“You didn’t see me do it, therefore you have no proof.” Dymo called over her shoulder as she hurried over to her door. “See you tomorrow!” She said as she closed the door.
Papyrus simply stood there for a moment, staring at the door that had been shut in his face. Then a smile bloomed on his skull as he turned around and whistled all the way home.
@dymosara I suck at writing SF papyrus, and I’m sorry for that.
