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Today's the day I thought as I walked to Hotland it's his birthday so you have to think of something special. As I passed through the snail farm. “Hay Blook.” I said waving to napstablook. I know! I had the most splendid idea. I'll take him out somewhere nice. By this time I had finally made it to Hotland. Now to think about why I came here in the first place. I was almost at my destination. To find something to wear. When I made it to Mettaton's studio, he was busy preparing for his next show. Ok just get in, get a dress, and get out! Everything was pink , not my colour. “Hi MT.” ‘MT’ was my nickname for Mettaton, “Today is a very special day for me!”
“You finally got invited to a party!? We must get you a dress right away!” he said, dragging me over to the dressing room.
I turn around and grab his arms, “Stop! I wasn't invited to any parties!” He looked disappointed, “One of my close friend’s birthday is today, and I was wondering if I could get something to wear from you.”
He gasped with excitement. “Are you asking for me to be your… fashion adviser ?”
“No, I just know you have a very broad wardrobe. So I came to get something,” I quickly added, “I want it to look nice, but also casual, but it also needs to look good on me, ya’ know, wouldn't want to look like a dork.” I said sarcastically.
“You haven't been this picky since… Oh my gosh! ” He quickly figured out what was going on. Then quickly added the question I had dreaded the most all that morning, “Who is it?”
“Why should I tell you?” I quickly argued. My eyes blazed (so did my cheeks) .
“ Ok , jeez.” He said kind of scared by the glare I was giving him. “So you said ‘nice but casual’...” I glanced around the room, the majority of things were pink with a few odds and ends here and there. He pulled me by the arm to a section of outfits. “I've got all sorts of things that could fit that description!” The friendly robot sounded excited to be doing this for me.
“Oh and one more thing, no pink.”
He was dumbfounded.
“ No pink?” His voice sounded horrified at just the thought of someone not wanting the wonderful colour known as ‘pink' in their life. “Why not!?” He then sounded extremely confused.
“Pink may look good on you but on me it just looks tacky.” I explained. “I look a lot better in grey, as you can see with this hoodie.”
“Oh.” The pink robot replied, solemnly. “Well alright then… We can find something nice for you.” He scanned the racks. “We'll just have to look in the right places.”
“Thanks a lot MTT. Means a lot that you would do this for me.”
“Oh, my pleasure.” He said reassuringly. “Besides who else do you know with a fashion sense as good as mine.” He sorted through the different dresses. “Hmm… it's hard to find anything for someone of your uh… stature.”
“Did you just call me short !?” I asked, feeling a bit offended.
“Oh, no. I didn't say that it's just that all these outfits are for people of my height.” He defended, though, I am kinda short.
“ That one!” I exclaimed as Mettaton held up the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was a medium-light, cool gray with a soft, powder blue trim (just like my hoodie), and it wasn't too frilly or poofy. I immediately fell in love with the dress and grabbed it out of the robot’s mechanical hand.
“ That old thing?” He sounded disgusted. “That dress didn't fit this model, I was about to throw it away, besides it's way too big for you.”
“ H-huh!? ” I noticed he was looking down at my figure, mostly my chest and waist. My face went hot, “Q-quit staring!!” I folded my arms, huffed and turned away, covering my face. “Y-you disgust me!”
“I was just saying how the dress wouldn't fit you, and just double checking, since I could've been wrong!” He stammered.
“Psh yeah right!” I grumbled angrily. I turned my face away, embarrassed at my miniature figure. I swiftly power-walked into the dressing room and put the dress on. I popped my head out of the door, grasping the front of the dress to hold it to my chest, blushing slightly. “uhh little help?” I turned around so he could zip up the back. It zipped so easily that I had to ask him if he was gonna zip it up any time soon, he blushed and told me he had already zipped it up. The dress was loose for some reason, but I didn’t mind it, “See, it fits fine.”
He looked down at me and laughed, “No, it doesn’t…” he pointed down at the dress, I looked down confused. It was actually too big? What the Hell?
As soon as I figured it out, I hastily covered my chest, my cheeks and ears were very warm. “Well don’t look at it you perv!” It was a bit too big in the breast area. “I can sew!” I said grabbing a needle and thread and walking into the stall, only to come back out and ask for some help measuring. I was wearing a tank top so it wouldn't be too awkward. He measured me and gave me the measurements. “Thanks” I said walking back into the stall. I cut a bit of cloth out of the dress, then sewed it back together, making it fit perfectly.
I walked out and posed dramatically. The fabulous robot clapped and told me, “That looks perfect on you!”
“Well thanks but it's only a dress, I still don't have any accessories.” As I said the word “accessories” he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to a pink armoire.
“Oh, I can fix that.” He said, grabbing a curling iron. “But first , you need a new hairstyle.”
“Ok, you can do my hair but… leave it in front of my eye.” I said pointing to my left eye.
“ Why? I'm sure your eyes are beautiful dearie.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion.
“I don't doubt that it is but, please, you don't even want to know what my lefty looks like!” I chuckled at the thought of his reaction to the horrific image of my left eye.
“Come on! It can't be that bad!” He said casually brushing the hair in front of my eye aside. I tried to close my eye as best to my abilities but the chains got in the way. My left eye was supposedly scooped out with a spoon by “accident” when I was little, and every other year since the unrecallable incident, I’ve cotten a new chain pouring out of it. Mettaton, of course, gasped and stumbled a few steps backwards.
“I warned you.” I shrugged. “But did you listen?” I opened it to reveal the whole thing. “...no.” my iris glowed the same shade of grayish teal as my other, normal eye.
“I'm still going to curl your hair, just in a way that it will still cover that eye.” He said, grabbing the curling iron. His hands were shaking, he was afraid, but didn't want me to know it. So he curled my hair, and I thought it looked pretty nice. “Do you mind if I give you a makeover ?” he asked, holding up a few different forms of makeup.
“I'm fine with that, just a couple of rules, no lipstick(No lips), no dark eyeshadow, no blush(unless you have blue) and once again, no pink !” He nodded and quickly got to work. By the time he was done it did look a bit better than usual. I looked in the mirror, he had followed every rule I gave him. “wow! Good job MT. How much do I owe ya?”
“Nothing”
“ NOTHING?”
“Who am I to get in the way of true love ?”
My face blazed, “ What!? This isn't love!” my eyes dashed around like a bullet in one of those bulletproof rooms you see in FBI shows. “D-did I not expl-lain to you earlier that he is just a f-friend?”
“You're blushing.” Mettaton said teasingly.
“SHUT UP!” I quickly shouted to get him to shut his speaker.
“Don't worry, I won't tell. Though, you should really get going if you want to get there before 10:00.” He walked me outside with his hands on my shoulders. “I can take you in my fabulous car.” He said pointing to a big pink and black limo.
“No thanks, I'd rather walk.” I said and started walking.
“Wait! I almost forgot! You need some nice shoes!” He ran back inside, when he came back he was carrying some glass slippers. “Here this will surely dazzle them!”
“Seriously?” I said making the most ‘Are you kidding me’ face I could muster. “You really want me to look like Cinderella, don't you? '' He looked back at me and I could tell he was serious. “Fine! I'll wear them but only because they actually look kinda nice with this dress.” I grabbed the shoes and went back to walking. I wouldn't walk in those shoes because it would be really uncomfortable. I would put them on when I got there. I used my powers to propel myself about half the way to his house in Snowden, in order to save time. When I got there I put on the shoes Mettaton had let me borrow and knocked on the door.
“Huh?” A deep voice said from the other side of the door. “Pap, did you invite anyone over?” The voice asked, I could tell it was Comic’s voice, so I knocked again, only two knocks though, inviting him into a knock knock joke. “Hmm….” He paused for a minute. “Who's there?”
“Happy” I said
“Happy who?” he replied.
“Oh my gosh, Sans! Just answer the door!” I heard his brother call from the same distance, I assumed he was in the same room as Com.
“Happy birthday, Comic!” I called through the door.
“...” He didn't respond. I'm sure he knew who I was, but I was a little concerned until he finally said “Kryssa?”
“Why don't you get up and check, lazy bones!” His brother interrupted.
“C’mon bro you know I'm too lazy for that!” He casually replied to his brother's comment.
“Well maybe you should change that!” His brother retorted.
“Okay, just this once.” I heard the creak of a couch as if he was getting up off of it. And some footsteps toward the door, they didn't have a peephole, but they did have a frosted window on the front door. I was too short to reach the window however, but I heard the doorknob turn. The door creaked quietly as he opened it. As soon as he recognized me, he was obviously surprised by my apparel because when he saw me he said, “Hey, Kryssa aah- ” His face turned bright blue and he clutched the front of his jacket. He was sweating and avoided looking at me or making any eye contact. His left eye glowed blue and he sputtered out, as best he could, “W-what’s w-with the g-g-getup?”
“Well I think it's customary to wear something decent when taking someone out somewhere nice for their birthday.” I said coolly and calmly. I knew he was “dying inside” but I didn't want to make myself look stupid so I just ignored this fact. I tried to make him feel a bit better with a joke, “Hay Sans, I drank some food colouring the other day…” I began, “The next day I felt like I really dyed inside!” he just cracked up! And so did I, it was hysterical. “Did that help?” I asked, wondering if I had made him feel the slightest bit better.
“Y-yeah…” He stammered looking off to the right.
“It doesn't look like it helped!” He was still sweating and his face was still blue. “If it makes you more comfortable I can put my cloak on.” I said feeling a bit concerned.
“N-no it's f-fine.” He replied, still stammering.
“No it's not fine!” I retorted, and put my cloak on, cloaks look good with anything so I still looked ok. “You just don't want to tell me!” I knew his behavior well because I had known him for three years now and studied him well.
“Th-thanks.” That was all he said, it wasn't like him to act like this.
“Well I’d appreciate if you got something equally decent to what I’m wearing on so that I don't look stupid wearing something fancy and you're just wearing your normal clothes.” He looked at me like he didn't catch what I said. Then he took my hand and brought me inside, he sat me on the couch and went upstairs. I heard a door shut and then I heard it lock. I then heard loud panting from the other side of the door (I'm not sure he knew how thin the walls were).
“He likes you.” I heard from the kitchen, it was his brother Papyrus.
“You really think so?” I quickly remembered that if I can hear Comic through these walls he can hear me. “Hah! Yeah right! He'll like me when dogs fly!” I chuckled.
“Kryssa! I'm serious!” Papyrus scolded me, “He makes it way too obvious!”
I heard the jiggling of a doorknob, then I heard Comic’s door open, I did not look up. I just layed there looking at my feet (I had reclined across the couch and crossed my legs). I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Alright I'm ready.” Comic said.
“ Oh my goodness Sans!” his brother cried out. “You look great!” He rolled his ‘R’. He looked absolutely amazed. “Kryssa look!”
So of course, I slowly looked over at Comic, “Ok so you’re ready to go?” I asked, but upon laying my eyes on him the breath was taken right out of me, he came down in a suit and it looked amazing on him. “Y-you look g-great.” I managed to sputter out. I had taught myself to hide my emotions when I speak, it helps when in stressful situations, but this time, it wasn't working.
“Thanks,” he did not look straight at me, but instead, looked off to the right and put his hand to his neck, “it was the only ‘decent’ thing I had.”
“Shall we go then?” I asked.
“Sure but you don't need to talk all fancy too!” He joked.
“A’ight” I replied cheerfully.
“There's the Kryssa we all know and love!” He said, the word love echoed in my ears, I don't really know why I mean he probably didn't mean anything by it.
“On the way there want to hear some of my many dumb jokes?” I asked curiously.
“Sure! Wait-” he paused for a moment, “where are we going?”
“Like I said earlier, ‘somewhere nice.’' I said and walked out the front door, “Well, you coming’ or not?” he walked over to where I was and put his arm on my shoulders. My face grew warm as I twirled my soft, blue hair, “Could you uhh… N-not do that?” I twirled my hair more aggressively (A nervous instinct?). He removed his arm from my back and blushed a light blue.
“S-sorry, m-my arm was j-just tired.” He sputtered.
“No, no it's ok, just… D-don't do it again...” we walked all the way to where the MTT brand burger emporium was, then took a left at the front door, which led us to a nice restaurant. “We’re here!” I proclaimed as we walked inside.
“Hey, I know this place!” He laughed.
“Good! That'll make my life a lot easier.” I walked up to the front counter and asked for a nice booth seat, then a nice waiter led us to a table.
“You look familiar...” The waiter pondered, “Do you uh come around here a lot?”
“Well I work for the guy who owns the place next door so I usually hang out with the employees there.” I laughed and said, “I come by here a lot, usually just to say hello.”
“Well I'll leave you two to pick out what you like.” The waiter left and went to other tables serving them.
“Wow! All this stuff is really expensive!” Comic exclaimed (quiet enough for me to hear, but not for anyone else). “How are we going to pay for this?”
“ We ?” I asked, “I can handle this, don't worry about it.” I said and looked at my menu. “hmmm… they don't have anything here that is my kind of food, you want to go somewhere else?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” He got up and then did the sweetest thing and held out his hand to help me up.
“Wanna just go to Grillby's?” I offered.
“That sounds a lot better than this fancy food.” Sans replied.
“Ok let's go then.” I walked up to the front counter, “Thank you for serving us but we're going to go somewhere else tonight.” And I placed 5g on the counter.
We walked out the front door and he said, “I know a shortcut.” and he teleported us to Snowden.
“How did you do that?” I asked “Could you teach me sometime?”
“Sure!”
We walked in and sat down in some spinny chairs. “So burger or fries?” I pondered aloud. “Hmm...fries!” I proclaimed.
“I'm not surprised!” Comic chuckled.
“Why not?” I asked him.
“I don't know, you just kind of struck me as the ‘fries’ kind of person.”
“Heh...” I put my hand to the back of my neck, my cheeks getting a little warm. “...yeah.” We sat there for a whole minute in awkward silence. “So uh….what now?” I had finished my fries quickly, for they were the most delicious fries I had ever tasted.
“Want to uhh...go back to my place?” He inquired awkwardly.
“Sure!” I jumped up out of my seat. “G’night Grillby!” I waved to the guy behind the counter.
I felt something cold grab my hand. I immediately looked down in fear wondering what was touching me. It was just Comic’s hand. I looked at him and laughed, “Hey Comic, can I have my hand back, please, not much of a hand holding/shaking type of person.”
He dropped my hand, a slight hint of blue dusting his cheekbones, “Oh y-yeah s-sorry!”
“Don't be.” I gave him a small, reassuring smile, “I'm fine.”
We walked half across town to his house. We went inside and saw his brother Papyrus. “So, how did it go?”
“It went great!” I exclaimed, happy with how the night had gone.
Comic blushed, “Y-yeah.”
“Mind if I stay the night? It's too late to walk and I'm too tired to try to use any power.”
“As long as it's alright with Papyrus.” He looked over at his brother.
“I'm fine with it but, my room is off limits.” His brother was ok with me staying the night at their house.
“That leaves the couch or the living room floor.” I added.
Comic looked as though he was about to say something, and then blushed for some odd reason. I looked at him with a concerned look on my face. “You alright?”
“Y-y-yeah” He blushed intensely.
“Well I'm getting tired so we need to figure out where I will sleep.” I said impatiently.
“Well there’s also Sans’s room!” Comics little (yet taller) brother interrupted (once again).
My face went fiery hot, “Yeah… I’d rather sleep in the fridge.”
Comic laughed, “That's cold .”
“Oh my God, Sans!!” His brother shouted.
“Come to think of it… can I sleep in the fridge?” They both looked at me like ‘what?’ “ What? It sounds comfy!”
“Nope, you cannot sleep in the fridge.” Comic answered ,“The only option is the couch”
“Okie dokie!” I said flopping down onto the couch, “nighty night!”
“You're going to bed right now?” Comic asked me.
“I didn't sleep last night.”
“Oh, okay.”
. . .
The next morning I woke up at 7:00, without an alarm. I immediately rolled over, thinking I was back at home, and fell onto the floor. “Oof” I got up and stumbled into the kitchen realizing that I was, in fact, not at my own house, but at someone else's house. I opened up the fridge to see... ketchup and leftover spaghetti? I then figured out from there who’s house I was in. They had milk and pasta, and a few other things but not much to work with for breakfast, so I quietly got my coat on and left, I walked to the shop, where I bought bread, eggs, cinnamon, powdered sugar, and maple syrup.
I went back to Comic and Papyrus’s house. I made french toast. I thought it would be funny to put one piece on my plate, one piece on Comic’s plate, and all the rest on Papyrus’s plate, just for laughs.
I heard footsteps and carried the food out.
“Wow! I guess you really COOKED something up this morning.” Comic exclaimed. “Now I know why Grillby hired you as a waitress.”
“Oh why thank you~” I set the plates down next to their pet rock and arranged the plates evenly with a plate of extra slices of toast. “Breakfast is served!” I exclaimed excitedly, “I certainly hope you enjoy it, I woke up at 5 in the morning to have enough time to make it.” I looked up from my food to see Comic’s reaction.
“Wh- what !?” he stared at me, wide-eyed.
“I’m jus’ kiddin’!” I raised my hands in mock-protest. “Sorry… Your reaction was priceless, though!” I giggled. I opened my eyes to see a blushing Comic Sans, before he hid his face in the hood of his jacket.
“Heh… You got me!” With that laugh…
I looked up towards Papyrus’s room, “Papy up yet?”
“He's out doing his guard rounds, he’ll be back in a bit.”
“Oh, well will he be home before the food gets cold?”
“Oh of course!”
“So err…” We sat there in a thick awkward silence for a few minutes, “We're alone y’know?”
He blushed, “Y-yeah s-so?”
“Oh just thought we could, y’know kiss or something?” His blush deepened, “ Just kidding! ” I looked back at him, he had pulled his hood over his face, was quietly screaming, and was sweating so much that he was as clammy as a clam, and as moist as a fish, his feeble attempts to his his face weren't enough to stop me from seeing slight glimpses of the bright blue that covered his face. “Woah, Com, you ok?”
“N-no n-not really.” I heard, muffled by his hood.
“I was only joking...” I walked over to him and rested my arm on his hunched over back. Hmmm…
“Knock knock?” I offered,
“Wh-who’s there?” he stammered.
Hmm… which one should I do? I thought. “Uhhh…” a kiss for, or a hug for???? “Uhhh… A hug for…”
His face glowed bright blue, “A-a hug for wh-who?”
“A hug for you, silly!” I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his shoulder. Then Papyrus came in.
“Worry not! The great Papyrus has arrived!” The child-like skeleton exclaimed, slamming the front door open. He then saw us hugging and his eyes lit up, literally. “Oh my god! I’m so happy for you two!” We both pushed away from each other awkwardly at the exact same time.
“This isn't what it looks like!” We both said in unison. We both looked at each other and blushed. “That was new.”
“...*snort*” I just started dying of laughter, overwhelmed by a sudden hysteria. Then Comic joined in. “I… can’t… believe this!” We stopped and looked over at Papyrus “S-sorry for interrupting.
“Well anyway I’m kind of tired so I won't be able to make you two any spaghetti.”
“Oh! Fabulous! I already made breakfast.”
“Oh wonderful! What did you make?”
“French toast.”
“French toast?”
“Don't worry Pap, you'll like it.” Comic chimed in.
“Well I don't know ‘bout you guys but I’m hungry!”
We finally sat down at the table, and ate.
. . .
“Well, I’m gonna go take a walk, if either of you want to join me feel free to.” I got up from the table and grabbed my coat.
“Sans wants to come!” Papyrus offered.
“Wh-what!? Pap! ”
“It's fine if you don't want to come, it's just a walk. But if you are coming you need to hurry.”
“Ok. I’ll come.” Comic got up.
“It's not like you to get up and do something,” I joked.
“Heh!” He opened the door.
“Oh thank you, you're such a gentleman.” I teased
“You're quite welcome, m’lady” We both laughed.
“You two have fun!” Papyrus called.
Sans shut the door behind us and we walked along…
About half way through our morning walk, I felt something cold touch my hand. I immediately pulled my arm up in fear, thinking it was some sort of arachnid. I looked down to see it was just Comic’s hand again, I looked up to see a very disappointed look on my friend’s face. “S-sorry Com. I-It’s not your fault, I just have really bad arachnophobia, I thought your hand was a spider! Hehe.”
His face turned bright blue, “S-sor-ry Kryss.” He looked down at the ground as though it had just become the most interesting thing in the underground.
“No, no it's not your fault. It was just very sudden and I wasn't expecting it, and… and… and?” I noticed he looked kind of down after that. “In the fight or flight sense, I'm flight. I'm also very easily frightened.”
“No, it's fine. It's not your fault my hands are cold.”
“It's not yours either!” I grabbed his hand, “Is this what you were trying to do?”
“Y-yeah.” A slight blue spattered his cheekbones.
“Want to see my house?” I inquired, “I live in hotland.”
“Sure!”
“We can stop at Mr. Gaster’s lab on our way back as well.”
“Uhh… You do realise that's my dad right?”
“I know!”
We walked along and I hummed a tune, I'm not sure what it was.
When we made it to my house we were both starving, so I made two sandwiches and got a couple Mountain Dews from the fridge. We then sat down at my TV and played all the 1v1 video games I had. Somehow we tried, there must be a paradox or something.
After our video game marathon we grabbed some snacks and headed back to his place.
On our way back we stopped by Mr. Gaster’s lab. We stepped into the sliding metal door, holding hands (that will be important in a few seconds) neither of us noticed we were holding hands, we just were. So we walk in and find Comic’s Dad. “Hay G!” I yelled to him calmly, “How's my favourite science teacher doing?” But when he looked at us and saw us holding hands he flipped out.
“Yes! I'm going to have Grandbabies!!” Comic and I both blushed intensely and made a face like “How could we let this happen, twice!”
I didn't want to crush the poor guy’s dreams, so I didn't say anything.
“D-d-dad! I-we aren't like that!” He looked to the right, “Not yet anyway...” mumbled under his breath.
“I heard that!” I yelped. Seriously dude? Really? Are you kidding me?
“Sorry.” He looked down at the floor, again, but this time his cheekbones had been painted with a soft, powder blue.
“Welp, I'm getting hungry so we should get going.” I blurted out the quickest excuse I could so we could leave this awkward situation.
“Ok.” The skeletal father said, a huge smile (bigger than usual) stretched across his face and a slight little blush adorned his cheeks.
We walked along to his house again. By the way I have this entire week off so I can do whatever I want this week for vacation.
. . .
When we got to Comic’s house, I immediately flopped on the couch. Comic was a rather quick walker, despite his seemingly lazy demeanour, so I needed to rest my legs.
“You said you were hungry?” Comic inquired, clearly offering to make something for me.
“I just really wanted to get out of that awkward situation…” I answered honestly… I could taste the awkwardness in my own tone. “I am kinda tired though… I woke up at seven today. I usually don’t wake up until three in the afternoon!” I joked.
“R-really!?” Did he seriously just believe that!?
“Pff! No!” I laughed, “I was kidding!” I smiled at him, which made him a little oddly flustered, he never acted this way before … “I usually wake up between like, eight and ten-
“At night !?” He played.
“No, dipstick!” I giggled at his little joke nonetheless.
“Hmm… Between eight and ten, huh?” He looked off in another direction, in mock contemplation. “Seems like my kinda gal…” He said. Then he suddenly realised what that could mean. “I-I don’t mean my kind of gal like you would be my gal or anything! I just meant it like you were my kind of friend !” His face was smeared with the colour blue, despite the fact I was having trouble seeing, I had left my glasses at home, thinking I wouldn’t need to strain my eyes too badly if it was just a couple hours. I was a fool.
“Is this like that little stunt you pulled at Dr. G’s lab?” His little dot-pupils stared directly into mine, surprise evident all across his face.
“Wh-what stunt?” He attempted to look away, but failed as I gave him the hardest glare I could muster. It was enough to make his forehead perspire. “I have n-no idea what you’re talking about…”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “I literally yelled ‘I heard that!’ at your little comment. You think you're sly?” His face had an obvious blush.
“S-sorry…” He looked off to his left at the ground in shame.
“For…?”
“S-saying those things, when they made you uncomfortable…”
“Wrong.” I stated.
“W-what!?”
“I never said those things made me uncomfortable. I was upset ‘cause you blatantly lied to my face for the sake of avoiding your own embarrassment.”
“If it didn’t make you uncomfortable, does that mean you liked the things I said?” I felt my face heat up at his blunt question.
“M-maybe I think your sudden reaction after your realization of what your statements mean is… kinda cute…” I looked down to my feet. “And I find it flattering that a guy kinda likes me when I’ve never acted fake around him…” my cheeks started growing warm.
I looked back up only to see a stunned look on Comic’s face, along with a heavy blush. “I-” He cut himself off, knowing he didn't really have anything to say.
“You’ve kinda grown on me, Com.” I looked him directly in the eyes for the next part, “I-I’m not sure if it's just the sleep deprivation making me delirious, or what, but I think I might- like you… a little.” My face was blazing.
“Well, that's a relief because I like you a lot. ”