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“alright, alright. i’m done now. thanks for taking the bench on this one,” the excitedly grinning skeleton acquiesced, winking and pulling Frisk up from the bench with a light but insistent grip, then waved a hand over his handiwork, his chest swelling proudly.
Set out on the top of the hill he had pushed her up, overlooking a swaying field of early corn stalks, the rippled surface of a far off lake, and the last curve of the sun setting over the blackened husk of Mt. Ebott, lay a fuzzy, worn, light blue blanket, separating a wicker picnic basket, a long, green bottle, and a telescope from the long grass, illuminated by an LED lantern set on top of a flat rock, off to the side.
Heart swelling in her throat and tears building in her eyes, Frisk turned silently to look at Sans with wide eyes, her hands clasping at her chest (she didn’t even bother acknowledging his pun, too swept away by his gesture); he had always been a romantic, small gestures like a rose set on her pillow and spontaneous lunches and his fingers entwined with hers where everyone could see, but this was the most effort he had ever put towards a date in their five months together, and she couldn’t help but be touched.