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“i think they call this an ambush,” Sans said. He settled himself comfortably in the backseat of Papyrus’ car.
“BROTHER. I HAVE ATTEMPTED REASON, BRIBERY, AND TRICKERY. YOU HAVE LEFT ME NO CHOICE.”
“yeah ok but bringing the bf into it is kinda low.”
“GRILLBY VOLUNTEERED!”
“…” Grillby started to say something, give an explanation, but let the attempt fizzle out.
“yeah, thank you too, pal.”
Grillby’s arm was over Sans’ shoulders, trapping him in place by being affectionate and comfortable.
“i said i’d go,” Sans said. His voice sounded a little petulant, even to himself. Of course he’d had no plans to actually go.
“YES, BUT YOU LIED! BECAUSE MY OWN BROTHER, WHO IS SOMEHOW RELATED TO THE EVER-HONEST AND PURE OF HEART PAPYRUS, IS A HUGE LIAR!” Papyrus diligently checked his blind spot and switched lanes. Sans had been so proud when Papyrus got his license, and now it was being used to betray him. "YES. A VERY SMALL, ENORMOUS LIAR! …LIKE THE LIES ARE SOMEHOW CONDENSED INSIDE YOU? MAYBE THAT EXPLAINS IT?"
"…you missed the first appointment," Grillby pointed out.
"i forgot.”
“AND THE SECOND SECRET ONE WE DID NOT TELL YOU ABOUT SO YOU WOULD NOT BE CONVENIENTLY BUSY ELSEWHERE!”
“somehow i forgot the one you didn’t tell me about, too.”
As soon as Sans had seen his brother’s car parked outside Grillby's, he'd known what was up.
He’d been suspicious as soon as Grillby said “Sans” and gestured at the door, but he’d let his mild curiosity get the best of him.
“grillb,” Sans had said. He felt Grillby’s warm hand on his shoulder bone. "i got a bone to pick with you.“ He wasted a little of his escape time laughing at his own joke.
"QUICK!” Papyrus rolled down the window. "USE YOUR WILES!“ He covered his eyes with both of his hands, just to make sure he didn’t witness a single wile used against his brother.
Oh no. Oh no. This was hilarious. He had to stick around and see where this was going. "all right.” He strained his neck looking up at Grillby. "let’s see ‘em."
Grillby gently kissed his forehead. "…we don’t want to be late." He started towards the car, his hand still gently on Sans’ shoulder.
He wasn’t sure if Grillby was bad at wiles or really good at 'em, since he was letting himself be towed along. "wait. you’re skipping work for this?”
“…yes.” Grillby opened the car door for him and Sans climbed in.
“wow. i’m disappointed in you, grillbz. no one has any work ethic these days.”
“…yes.”
“or. wait. this a thing with you?”
“…” Grillby put his arm around Sans’ shoulders and closed the door. Papyrus started driving. “………yes.”
“AUGH! I CAN’T COVER MY EARS WHEN I AM DRIVING!”
Sans snorted. "oh. ok.“ He patted Grillby on the leg. "but you know what they call this?”
After a short drive, they pulled up in front of a small brick building. Its bright neon sign simply read “Monster Tailor” with a stylized needle and thread design.
“EVERYONE MUST LOOK BEAUTIFUL FOR THE WEDDING!” Papyrus said, as he climbed out of the car.
“ok.” This was his chance. He would just get confused on the ten foot walk from the car to the building, take a wrong turn, and get himself lost.
Grillby was flickering excitedly. Sans had been kidding about the fancy clothes thing being a thing, but it looked like he’d hit the nail on the head.
Grillby in a good mood was pretty dangerous. He was bright as sunshine and there was some more smooching and then Sans was dazed and outside the car.
“…thank you for putting up with this,” Grillby said. He finally let go, so he could clasp his hands together. "……you will be very handsome, for their wedding."
Sneaking off now would be like kicking a puppy. Grillby would get dim and burn a little lower and he would sound stilted later on when he was pretending not to be annoyed.
"ok.” Sans shoved his hands in his pockets. "fine.“ He could already imagine how tight the collar was going to feel.
Grillby was beaming as they went inside the tailor’s together.