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Finally some rest for the brooding.
Forget the wonky anatomy but I needed to bring this to life.
And finally I've got a name for their ship... what about OutlawFatale?🐎🗡️ This possibly happened few hours after this post
Full version🍑 under the cut!
Sweet dreams, darlings ☁☁☁
[Continued from x]
Sans doesn’t speak. He just stares at the other, normally bright expression blank and unreadable for several seconds. Without a word he comes over and climbs on the other skeleton, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck in a warm hug.
Interestingly, he makes sure not to touch the beanbag in doing so, as he was told he isn’t allowed to. That does not stop him from deciding Citrus needs a oneway ticked to snuggle town.
He’s a sympathetic crier, so his own face begins to make Citrus’ bandana wet. He still remains silent. He just holds him tightly, warm, his face hiding in the other’s scarf.
Perhaps he does not know what happened or why Citrus is upset. He does not need to though. Accidentally stumbling upon any Papyrus crying now sets off all red flags for him, causing him to act immediately and instinctively. Said instinct? It’s cuddle time.
Daughter! I'm coming over to see you so we can howl in spirit.
Citrus is here, and he's gonna koala/drool on cake. =A,=
Cake is awoken momentarily by the movement. He doesn’t really seem to care though as he falls asleep again almost immediately. He can deal with his orange-stained clothes tomorrow.
Perhaps it’s a good thing his hoodie’s orange.