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Blue had left the note he’d written in the kitchen, at their usual spot. The little piece of white paper was tacked onto the fridge with a purple magnet, folded over once so it couldn’t be read without taking it off of the fridge, though he knew that Razz would be the only one to dare and read the note.
The one time anyone had tried reading Blue and Razz’s notes without permission, the latter had exploded in a fit of rage, slapping the everloving shit out of Boss and telling him to ‘Fuck off and mind your own business!’ The two had been pissed at each other after that, though Boss eventually came to realize the importance of privacy and secrecy that the two shorter skeletons shared, finally giving in and apologizing.
He let out a deep sigh as he ran through his plan again and again in his head, trying to make sure everything was perfect.
If all went well, he’d meet Razz in Hotland in a few hours, and he could confess everything, and they could finally sort out the feelings and emotions they had.
Blue just hoped that it would go according to plan.
Red was lounging on the couch again with Sans, one arm wrapped around the other as they flipped through the channels on the TV, finally tired of watching Bambi for the 24th time.
“Hey, give me the remote. You’ve gone through the same 15 channels seven times now.” Sans complained, reaching over to try and grab the remote from his other hand.
Red snorted, holding it just out of reach, sticking his tongue out as he kept surfing the channels. “Nah. Finders keepers, and I was the one who got the remote first.”
“Jesus christ, you’re childish.” Sans rolled his sockets, leaning back against the other as he gave up in his attempt to retrieve the remote, staring at the screen before pulling the blanket closer. “At least pick somethin’ and stick with it, you’re driving me nuts.” He huffed, lightly kicking the other in the shin with his heel, though it just made Red chuckle.
“Then stop lookin’ at the screen when I’m changin’ the channels. That’s why yer vision’s shit.” He snorted, still keeping the remote to himself as he finally settled on MTT’s channel, which was more than a little confusing, now that there were four Mettas.
Sans stared at the screen for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two for a few minutes before he finally spoke up. “How’s Boss been holding up with all this? Universe merging and soulmate finding, I mean.”
The question took Red by surprise, thinking it over and glancing upstairs, where his brother’s door was closed. “I don’t think he resents it, but I dunno if he’s the happiest with the situation, either. Losin’ his Mettaton earlier really took a toll on ‘im, but I think he’s just glad to have ‘im back.” He shrugged, looking to the side. “I don’t really know what’s goin’ on with him, really. He doesn’t talk to me much.”
“I feel a little bad. It’s like I’m taking your time away from him or somethin’. Even if ‘m bein’ a clingy asshole-” Sans paused for a moment as Red chuckled a bit. “You and I both know how important our brothers are to us. I’m not saying we should stop hangin’ out like this or anything, but maybe you should check in on him every now and then. The same thing goes for me.”
“Well, if that’s what ya think, sweetheart. I guess I haven’t talked to ‘im as much as I shoulda… But what brought this on?” Red asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the other.
“Just… Seeing Blue and Razz.” The other stated blankly, sighing as he curled up against Red. “Whenever I look at them, I see so much of my little bro. The enthusiasm that they put into every day tasks, the things that make ‘em laugh... They have each other, though. It made me realize I haven’t been there for Papyrus as much as I should’ve been. This whole soulmate thing took awhile for me to get used to, and you’ve helped me through that more than you could ever know… n’ Papyrus did, too. Our bros aren’t kids, I know that… They’re clever and resourceful, but it’s not fair to ‘em if we just ditch ‘em in favor of each other, y’know?”
Red stared at the other for a moment, before sighing himself, putting a hand up to his forehead. “Fuck, yer right. Now I feel like a shitty bro. Maybe we can, I dunno, invite ‘em to movie night? Just all get together n’ build a god damn pillow fort or somethin’, make some damn spaghetti and just chill watchin’ all the Disney movies we can find at the dump.”
Sans’ face seemed to brighten at the idea, and Red felt his own face heat up and flush when the other kissed his cheek lightly, a dorky smile on his face. “I think we’d all love that.”
Razz groaned as he sat up in bed, rubbing his temples and screwing his sockets shut, feeling a mild pounding in the back of his skull.
Under normal circumstances, he’d usually wake up first out of the group, as a known early riser, and someone who kept to a strict schedule. However, last night was different. He’d stayed up until 5 finishing the scarf that he’d been embroidering, never getting tired of staring at the same bold color, despite working on it for hours on end.
Razz forced himself to get out of bed, standing up and walking over to his desk where his new sewing machine stood, already having seen several hours of use.
The blue scarf he’d been working on lay next to it, neatly folded down the middle with a cheesy bow sitting on top, though it was the best thing that Razz had been able to find.
He picked up the scarf gently, looking it over again to make sure it was perfect, before putting it in a white paper bag, writing the word ‘Blue’ on the outside.
A thud downstairs told him that the others were already awake, and an annoyed huff escaped him as he opened his door, walking downstairs with the bag and looking around, spotting Sans and Red sleeping on the couch, as usual, as well as hearing the voices of Papyrus and Russ from the kitchen, where they were supposedly cooking something edible.
“Mornin’, sleepin’ beauty.” The voice behind him almost made him jump, turning around to face Stretch, who had a lazy smile on his face and a cigarette in hand. “You’re up late.”
“What of it? My sleeping habits are not any of your concern.” Razz snorted, turning away from the taller skeleton as he walked towards the kitchen, intending to find something to eat before he went in search of Blue. “Did you want something from me?”
“Well, all I know is that Blue’s got a pretty important note for ya on the fridge. N’ I also know that he left for Hotland a few hours ago.” Stretch shrugged, putting the cigarette out after he took one last drag, frowning a bit as he followed the other. “Maybe you should look into that.”
“What? Hotland? Why would he go there?” Razz questioned, stepping into the kitchen and taking the note of the fridge, feeling puzzled.
Stretch had a knowing smile on his face as the other read over the note, his eyes going wider when he finished, immediately putting the note into his pocket and running out the door, on his way to Hotland.
Blue sat at the table he’d found with a forlorn expression, slowly licking away at the nice cream he’d bought nearly two hours ago, coming to terms with the fact that if he just kept them in the cooler any longer, they’d melt.
He felt betrayed, in a way. He’d been so sure that Razz would’ve shown up at the time stated, out of breath and intrigued, and they would’ve talked about everything, the whole soulmate situation, their feelings, maybe even about a relationship…
He hadn’t imagined that the other wouldn’t even show up.
I guess it was all just wishful thinking. Maybe I’ve been misinterpreting his platonic feelings as something more. Blue sighed, finally biting the nice cream and shivering a bit, despite the heat radiating from the environment around him.
Well, even if he didn’t show up, I suppose I got nice cream out of it, and I got out of the house! Maybe this is a success in it’s own right. He thought, trying to cheer himself up as he grabbed the other nice cream, deciding that he’d go home after he ate them both.
He’d spent about an hour getting ready, even going so far as to travel to the Ruins to find blue and red flowers, which hadn’t been any easy task, especially with the lack of growth he found there.
“Well, it’s fine! I can just give them to Sans and Red and say it’s a gift.” Blue mumbled, trying to make the best of the situation, though his expression wasn’t fooling anyone.
Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder, and Blue assumed it was Stretch. He was the only other monster who knew about this little plan, after all, and his brother had helped him with the preparations.
“Not now, Papy. I’m going to drown out my sorrows in nice cream.” Blue put his face down on the table, nice cream still in hand as he forced himself to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
Blue froze after hearing those words, the voice not being the one he’d expected to hear.
“I didn’t know you had planned this today, I… I ended up sleeping in. I didn’t see your note until Stretch brought it up.” The voice unmistakably belonged to Razz, and Blue felt frustration well up in his chest, sitting up again and glaring at the other.
“You’re two hours late. Did you just not check to see if I’d left a note today?” He asked, though Razz looked a bit worn, drawing a bit of concern from the seated skeleton. “What happened? You look like you didn’t sleep well-”
Razz opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, before shaking his head, instead wordlessly holding out a paper bag to him.
Blue looked at the other, more confused now than he had been earlier, taking the bag and opening it, grabbing whatever had been inside.
All the frustration and anger he had felt melted away when he unfolded the fabric, finding himself holding a blue scarf, embroidered with little stars all the way around the edge, with the word ‘Blue’ also embroidered in fancy letters on the side, with a tacky bow that had fallen to the ground as soon as he had taken it out of the bag.
“Razz, when-”
“I ended up staying awake until five finishing it, so I slept in today. I suppose it was bad timing on both of our parts.”
Blue stared at him for a few moments, before he smiled widely, standing up and hugging the other tightly, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.
“You scared me, Razz! And here I was afraid that you just didn’t want to talk about this sort of thing!” He exclaimed, pulling away after a few seconds, still grinning. “I’m really glad this didn’t go as badly as I thought it was going.”
“Blue, even if I’m not the most social monster out there, I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re still my idiot after all, I have to take care of you and your silly little antics.” Razz stated, smiling a bit himself. “Now, about that relationship.”