flurry smooches the soft dad! ❤
how does sans know she knows? she’s curled up on his back, voluntarily, in front of the other kids in her class. head tucked tightly against his neck and hoodie, and he’s sighing softly.
this morning had been a hectic thing. filled with shouts and unhappy skeletons, awkwardly scooting around the death god placed at the table as-to not accidentally bump into him while they scrambled to get out of the house on time. flurry, as usual, had tried (forcing a sniff and giving squish wide eyes) to convince the skeleton she was sick.
sans didn’t have time that morning.
he was late, and she needed to be on the bus, and death was not helping by chuckling over his coffee just sitting back in his chair and then ink just had to show up, didn’t he? and fucking drux still asleep on the goddamn couch-
everything was too much and everything was making sans twitchy. he’d shouted, loudly, jolting one sleeping skeleton and causing the rest of the household to freeze in surprise. because sans never shouted. he did his best to keep his voice level and soft and understanding. but he didn’t even say anything twice about it, instead he just told flurry to get it together, go to school, and she had, silent. barely hugging him before she’s rushing out of the house, and he’s left before death can try to psycho analyze him.
now, he’s walking with flurry on his back. the small human nestled, giving him a soft smooch to his cheekbone. gentle eye lights shift to look back at his daughter quietly before he’s looking forward again.
“ no yer not, squirt. wasn’t yer fault. ”
flurry’s voice hit him a bit harder than he wanted to admit. worry lacing her tone, a nervous energy building underneath the surface. he had to fix it, before she could stew on the comment more than she already had.
“ ‘m sorry. i lost my temper, i was late and i let that get ta me. ”
he should never have. but it happened, and now he lives with his consequences. gently he scoots his daughter up a bit more. he’s just barely taller than her. he won’t be able to do this much longer. fingers wrap a bit more firmly around his neck, and he can hear her. voice muffled, quiet.
“ i know ... i love you too, my little flurry flake. ”