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The plan had been this: Papyrus would drive along with you as you drove home, then you'd join him in his car as he drove you to his home, where the two of you would make dinner together, then watch a movie, and finally he'd drive you back home.
He'd vibrated with excitement the entire day, possibly for longer. Maybe that excitement was what lead him to his mistake.
The two of you had almost reached home base when Papyrus suddenly SCREECHED like a banshee cat whose tail had just been run over. Twice.
"I FORGOT TO BUY THE NECESSARY GROCERIES!???"
Standing on the last step to his front door, while already inserting his keys into the lock- This was certainly an inopportune moment for the realization to have kicked in.
"No big deal," you shrugged, leaning against the house wall. "We can just order something in."
That, however, was absolutely out of the question, according to Papyrus. Apparently, he NEVER partook in junkfood. ''He'd rather do a thousand crosswords than eat food from a grease-trap.''
You'd promptly been shoved into the house, while he informed you he'd quickly run down and get the necessary ingredients.
Then he was gone, and you found yourself face to face with his brother, who you'd previously never met. You kinda thought he would've been... taller.
"Sooo... Sans, isn't it?"
...
That was your awkward attempt at filling the silence spread throughout the house since Papyrus' absence.
"yup."
... Definitely not your best work.
His hands were buried in the pockets of his blue hoodie, and he couldn't look less interested if he tried. Maybe you should feel offended, but then again, it wasn't like you were bringing anything to the table at the moment. He was probably fed up with humans already- You couldn't blame him for that. Most of them would likely either run scared or ask invasive questions. Classic humanity.
"I'm Y/n, Papyrus has told me a thing or two about you," you tried, hoping the mention of his brother would remind him to be a bit more civil. While talking, you'd started taking off your shoes and coat.
"i'm more interested in hearing what you think about him, than what you think about the things 'he's told you' about me," he replied. Right, maybe your question had come off a little snoopy. Speaking of, would skeletons get along with dogs? Probably not, considering their affinity for bones. The image of a dog hanging by its chompers from Sans' arm almost made this conversation bearable.
"Well, he's cool, you know?" There- You complimented his brother, and it was a genuine one, too- Papyrus really was quite cool. He even had it written on his shirt.
"of course he's cool. you'd be cool too if you cooked pasta for every meal." Here, he paused, eyelights searching your face like he expected something from you. "after all, it'd be impastable not to be."
"I see wordplay runs in the family, huh?" You huffed. It wasn't generally what you'd classify as a good joke, even on a nice day like this, but you could at least try to seem like you enjoyed it, since he made the effort.
"eh, i don't take it too seriously." Wow, who would've guessed?
"Yeah, I should hope not, considering they're jokes." Your eyes drifted down to his slipper-clad feet. "Speaking of jokes, what are those?"
"ouch."
His posture shifted slightly, though what the minuscule tilt of his shoulder, and minimal movement of his left pinky suggested, you wouldn't be able to tell, even if it was life or death. His plastic smile stayed plastered on his face like it'd been carved into his skull. Could time wear away at it and turn it genuine? Probably not.
"what, can't a guy wear pink slippers in his own home? next you're gonna tell me to pick up my socks."
Your eyes scanned the room. Sure enough, a lone sock sat in the corner by the flat-screen TV.
"You know, I just might take you up on that," when hell freezes over, maybe, you added silently in your head. "Anyway, wanna bet I can guess what we're having for dinner?"
Referencing an earlier bit of the conversation- a piece of information about his brother- Show him you're paying attention.
"better not, you've gotta save your money for college and spiders." Was he trying to throw you off on purpose, or testing if you had what it took to keep up with his style of conversation? Both?
"I'm not a particularly great fan of spiders, to be honest. Where'd that come from anyway?"
"eh, experience."
"Alright then, keep your secrets," you shrugged. "It's gonna be a pasta dish, by the way."
"wow, how'd you know?" The sarcasm oozed from him in droves, though with a lilt to it that almost suggested he was making fun of the sarcasm itself. To each their own.
"Magic," you replied, wiggling your fingers. A crack formed in the facade- His plastic smile grew a tad more real at the edges.
The door burst open with an enthusiasm almost impossible for anyone to match.
"HUMAN, I AM BACK WITH THE REQUIRED GROCERIES, NOW LET US PARTAKE IN THE FRIENDSHIP PASTA DISH MAKING!"
"I won the bet," you said with a grin, in Sans' direction. He waved you off.
"never took it in the first place, kid."
Whatever. For now, you'd consider your conversation with Papyrus' brother a win. Not that you had to get along with him of course, but it would be better in the long run, since you weren't planning on ditching Papyrus as a friend anytime soon.