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You were always down to Indulge in your Mindless Self, and today was no different. Your body swerved and dipped to the album currently screaming from your speakers, feet stomping and hips gyrating. Your movements weren't careful, weren't calculated, and certainly weren't graceful, but you didn't mind. This kind of music didn't call for any of those things, and you just wanted to move your body.
From the very moment you woke up, your body was sparking with an energy that demanded you move. Your limbs obliged heartily, diving for your phone to turn on YouTube before your eyes were cleared of the blurry film of sleep that covered them. Within minutes, you had selected an album at random and were currently jamming the heck out of it. Your feet dug into the carpet and your pajamas flopped at weird angles as your waist shimmied and your arms flailed.
Yeah, you didn't mind if you looked weird. This was fun. The entire "If" album by Mindless Self Indulgence was pouring from your phone as fluidly as it could, considering you hadn't hooked it up to any amplifiers. Your odd thumping and crashing nearly drowned out the music, but it was still their, shaking your bones and coursing through your veins. The burning need to dance had been an intense one, who were you to deny what your body so undeniably needed?
Glancing to the window closest to you, you saw that the sky was still filled with stars. In your haste to begin dancing, you hadn't even thought to check your phone for the time. Your shoulders cut through the air and your body curved, legs striding for your phone without letting up the weird jigs and jumps. Your voice screamed in the air, and you didn't care if it woke the neighbors, they were dicks anyway, "I don't want you to hate me! I want you to want to hate me!" You bit the tip of your tongue, a wild smile thrusting onto your face as you grabbed your phone.
Clicking the screen, your hips waggled to the erratic beat. The time read two-to-one, and your smile only grew in size. Yesterday had only just ended. At that thought, something within you began to pound and plead to break through the exit that was your chest, and a loud giggle spilled from your lips. Enclosing a fist over your heartbeat, you tugged it away slowly, and when you opened your hand, a vibrant heart popped out.
The green heart, sprinkled with cobalt from yesterday's activities, blinked its lights at you. The album was only about halfway over, but you knew what it wanted. You swiped to the right, the music still playing as you scrolled through your history, the heart's invisible chiming and chanting ringing through your skull insistently as it waited impatiently. You looked at it, "Can we wait until the album is done?" If soul's had eyes, yours would be glaring a hole straight through you. "Okay, okay, I got you," You clicked on the appropriate song, waiting for a sign of approval from your soul.
It gave it heartily, buzzing off to where you had previously been dancing, doing a little jig of its own. You idly wondered what would happen if you went back to the album you had been listening to, your soul didn't have hands to steal your phone away and change the song, but decided not to. Placing the phone on the dresser, you sashayed over to your soul, arms extended and fingers brushing against the glowing heart briefly before it pulled away. Confused, you raised an eyebrow at the flying object, the other eyebrow following soon after as it shot by you.
You swiveled your body to follow the green blur. Before you could fully turn around, a hand had encased around yours, twirling you the rest of the way. Your lips moved to a frown, and then parting in a surprised "Oh" as you looked up at your fri-..Boyfriend, his smile warm and eyes lidded with suppressed sleep. You didn't question how he got into your home, you had seen him teleport in front of you and figured he had done that now, but you did ask what he was doing up. "What are you doing here?"
Amanda Palmer's "The Killing Type" played on as Sans drew you close, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and his face burying in your hair. "*m'soul woke me up," A smile wormed its way back onto your features and you pressed into his embrace. "*said you were awake."
Sure enough, your soul darted into your line of sight, a blue one following quickly after. Your cheeks flushed and you let out a soft chuckle, yesterday's events replaying in your mind. Sans had been sick, his soul rejecting him for keeping you away, though it was more your fault than his. After Papyrus had rushed into your home and dragged you out to visit Sans, the two of you had coupled in what was arguably the most intimate way to do so, souls joined and fusing while you and Sans danced. The time had slipped you both by elegantly, and before you'd left his room, you'd engaged in a pun war that was absolutely unbearable. No, seriously, there were no bears.
You smirked at that afterthought, your arms rising to snag Sans in a viciously tight hug. The song was drawing to a close, now, and your soul knew it. The heart buzzed in front of you, demanding a replay, and you broke away from your boyfriend to oblige. Sans kept a firm hold on your hand, catching it before you put too much distance between the two of you. Your heart, the actual organ, pounded as happiness surged within you.
You pressed the replay button and settled back by Sans' side, watching as both of your souls joined for the second time in as many days.