“ Man.. Sans would have a field day of complaining over your table manners- anyway. Nah! Can’t exactly reach the stars down here. “

…. Sliding one over to Frisk then resuming the hamburger stack.

Stacking hamburgers. Bored.

// Honestly this would help with me trying to get back into rping to know who might have interest. Plots can also happen if wanted!

Okay so if you’d just sign on the dotted line I already filled everything else out.

Yo, @fearandflowers.bsky.social can you come here for a sec.

“ Not gonna lie. I’d like to date a human woman. “ So he’s just saying anything now. This is why Sans rightfully has told him to shut up before.

An over dramatic groan in response to being turned down on the whole pawning his brother off on someone for a day. “ Damn. Fair enough- “ guess that’s more sentry duty for him. He props an elbow up on his post raising an eyebrow.. or eye socket. “ Nah, I gotcha. I’ll stop by sometime since-

So that’s what’s got the kid on such high spirits. Good for them. It’d also be concerning if a child didn’t have somewhere at least somewhat proper to live. “ I’m happy for ya , bud! “ reaching over to pat Frisk’s head. “ You’ll have to show Sans sometime but just don’t let him in the kitchen. “

He’s gotten used to the kid’s pop-ins by now and honestly? It’s one of the few positive things to happen in his boring work schedule. “ Yeah. Here’s one for ya ! Don’t use cold pasta sauce for spaghetti.. always heat it up. “ A quick answer as if he had it waiting for Frisk. “ You look-

“ … Eh ? I don’t think I get what yer trying to say. “

“ Got told ‘down boy’ by some chick in hotland.” “ Not disclosing what else happened. “

“ you humans are always up to the weirdest shit. Keep doing it. “

“ I don’t think you’ll just be able to waltz in without a single trap but I’ll make a clear path for ya if that helps. “

His right eye flares up and with just a bit of effort he brings the table set over using his magic. “ Here. “

Confused slow blinking. “ …I think it’s a default thing to a lot of us. My bad. “

Home cooked meals, huh. That would get Sans off his back if only for a bit. “ Meh. Deal. “

“ …Eh. Can’t blame ya then.. I wouldn’t try & mess with Toriel. “

“ fifty g per chair, bud. “

“ You bonehead !!! “

“ Hmm.. I guess fifty less it isn’t that big of a deal, eh ? Alright. But if you want chairs you gotta pay for those too.. “

“ Hah- I like the way you think kiddo !! “

“ I got a really fancy one made of redwood. Would fit real nice in a dining room ! Saaaay… 250 G? “

“ Obviously ! Maybe triple if I can get there. “

“ I’ll sell ya a new one. “

The skeleton snorts. “ Of course not ! - What do you think ?! “

“ Of course /you/ have. “

“ The difference between mold and moss is that you can eat one. “

This kid’s humor exceeds his own sometimes. That should be evident by the way the skeleton looked shocked for a few moments. “ Gee, kid.. tryna shock me ? Glad to see you in one piece though. “

// Gonna try and get some small activity here.

Exactlyyyy.

If his jaw could detach and drop to the ground then it would’ve but thankfully that’s not the case. “ Ain’t no way in hell that’s you, pipsqueak… “

Squinting. “ Who are ya calling bone head ? “ The voice and ribbons of a bandana are definitely familiar but he’s still having just the smallest trouble figuring out who this is. “ Wait- Hold the hell on. You look familiar !! “

You’re flower-ful. Does that make sense-

Also flowers.

Yes. He requires twice as many breaks because he works twice as hard as anyone else. Don’t believe him? Well he doesn’t give a shit.

No need to stress at least this time. Papyrus doesn’t have anything harmful in mind!!! “ Uh.. what’s somethin’ we can do that won’t kill ya. Humans are pretty soft after all.. “ but he’ll make a jab at them.

“ I’ve heard that before and I ain’t believing it yet. So I’ll tell you what. How about we find somethin’ to compete in. “

“ Damn. Kid- yeah, I really wasn’t expecting that. You win this time. “ In response to the human elbowing him the skeleton reaches over and flicks them on the forehead playfully.

“ Goddamn. Uh.. “ He was NOT expecting that.

He goes silent. Seeming to contemplate what his response is.. and then in a moment of pure genius. “ Maybe if your mom likes me enough. “ Dude.

“ I think putting garbage into your body isn’t exactly taking care of yourself. “

// halting replies temporarily because I’ve unfortunately got a cold. Sore throats suck <\3

“ …I don’t even need to say anything about that since you just said it yourself. But good god, kid. “

“ .. That’s disgusting. Anyway- I like Barbecue Sauce. “ not like his answer is any better.

He shakes his head. “I ain’t a fan of that one either. Keep guessing, kid. “

“ The hell ? No way ! That stuff is gross. “