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“Uh, hi,” you say, a little sheepish. He’s tall, and dressed like a punk.
It was kinda hot.
That was a bad thought.
“…hi,” he replies quietly.
For some reason, you couldn’t help but prolong the conversation.
“How’re you?” You ask, unsure, you don’t usually try to initiate extra conversations with men, or male Monsters really, other than mandatory friendly responses. It seemed more natural when talking with women, you would let men make the first move but for reasons unknown to you, you had something tugging at your Soul that made you pursue this.
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Papyrus was having a bit of a factory reset, he was in cuteness overload, your damp hair sticking to your cheeks driving him mad. And, fuck, the fact that you were talking to him was making his Soul sputter and sing. You were calm and casual, even though he’s a skeleton Monster with sharp teeth that hulks a foot over you! Most people at least were, less than, completely comfortable around him.
Shit, he’s supposed to respond, his mind is spinning.
“…good,” he breathes out, not realizing he was holding it.
You smile and a blush begins to spread over his cheekbones. It darkens when he realizes, he’s never blushed before. Maybe when he was a babybones, sure sometimes when he gets too drunk, but never like this.
That thought makes his blush darken.
Stars! He was supposed to ask how you’re doing too, isn’t he? What kind of Soulmate is he?
“h-…” he pauses, his voice failing him, doubts rooting their way into his skull. No, he has to try. He was going to try his very best to be a good Soulmate, no matter how much he doubted himself.
“how ‘bout you?”
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“I’m good too thanks,” you shift from foot to foot, beginning to doubt yourself and wonder if maybe you should’ve stoped there. But you don’t. “I thought I could beat the rain, I usually go to the Subway over that way,” you point behind you, “but I humbly admit I was wrong,” you hold your hands up in front of your chest in surrender, smiling in your wet clothes, hoping you were as charming as you were attempting to be.
Maybe it works because the skeleton cracks a crooked smile and chuckles. It makes your chest feel warm, making people laugh always filled you with pride, but his laugh? For some reason, the sound was a precious reward for your efforts.
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Stars, you were so cute.
He just couldn’t help but wanting to scoop you up, making sure you’re dry and warm, taken care of, safe and loved.
What on earth was this? He never, ever thought he could, or would feel this way. Was he really so lucky to have his Soul mark actually be connected to someone?
He wanted to take you away from everything, protect you from everything, keep you all to himself. Hide you away from everyone and everything…
No.
He had to do this right.
You deserve that.
He had to respect your wishes, even if you reject the Soul mark and…
Him.
No one else deserved the purity that is the brightness that shines from your Soul. You were so kind, caring, a perfect Soul. He wanted to keep you away from the corrupt world, he wouldn’t let it touch you. Even if you didn’t want him around, you would always have him close by to protect you.
You glance at the Raw cones on the shelf behind him.
“Can I also get a pack of cones, please?”
Your voice was like a symphony.
“‘course,” he grabs them, and sets them next to the donuts. “do you… uh smoke green?” His desire to continue the conversation outweighs the worry of overstepping a boundary with you, after all to you, he was a stranger. Even though he knew you, almost inside and out already, his most guilty pleasure for sure. It was overstepping but how could he help himself? You were addicting.
Your eyes light up at the question. “Yep! I’m a bit of a stoner, I like flower, concentrate, edibles, they’re all great. What about you?”
He already knew the answer,(hell, he even knew your favorite strain, XJ-13, a strain he’s bought many times to try and he has to admit, he loves it too, but he also leaves little extra nugs of it in your jar so you don’t run out as fast) he was just taking the chance that you would ask him back. He had heard the conversations with your girl friend that you want a (tall) stoner guy into music and writing like you were (and what a shock, is it really though if you’re Soulmates, that he happens to fit that description).
“yeah… I like flower and concentrate ‘n stuff. edibles don’t do much for me.”
Your eyes sparkle and his breath catches in his non existent throat, how, not even he knew.
“Cool! I’ve heard that about a lot of people though, known a couple like that, usually they haven’t tried my pot brownies,” you wink with a grin and his Soul bounces around in his chest like a caged bird.
“i’d definitely try them.” He doesn’t have half the mind to shut himself up, but the Soul doesn’t lie. He would do anything for you. He would love eating anything you make, especially sweets!
He would die for you.
He would kill for you.
Your eyes so sweet and soft, your smile reaches those sweet eyes of yours at his words. “I’d like that…” you say, looking away bashfully.
Stars, he would be kind for you.
He would be gentle for you, would resist the impulses to indulge in his violent nature, for you.
He would tempt fate, and change and grow in anyway you needed.
Anything for his Soulmate.
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You look off to the side for a moment, then dig in your bag, your hands emerging with a note pad and pen. (You didn’t know that he knew every note written in your notebook, writing ideas, song lyrics, little reminders, he took care to read them all) You scribble out your phone number quickly, before your courage runs out, and fold the paper up and slide it over the counter to him.
“Just the donut and the cones for me,” you try to fake confidence.
He gets shook out of a bit of a trance, looking away from the paper and back to you and the donut.
“donut worry ‘bout it, it’s on me,” he shakes a hand dismissively, leaning into his chair lazily.
You giggle, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear.
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Stars, how could you be so cute? And your laugh be so heavenly?
“Thanks,” with that, you smile at him once more before taking your things heading outside. The rain was only a little drizzle now, starting to ebb out.
He leaned over the counter as he watched you leave, he was trying so hard to play it cool. As soon as you’re outside and running home, he snatches the paper off the counter.
He pauses for a moment, questioning, if this is a dream. A funny way for the dream to go would be if he unfolded the paper and it be blank.
He slowly opens the paper, thinking of all the crazy ways this could go if he is dreaming. It was preposterous for a beautiful woman such as yourself to even think of him like that…
When he sees your handwriting on the paper, numbers, your name and all, his face erupts into the biggest blush.
Did you really want him to text you..?
This better not be a dream.