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#Post#: 2477--------------------------------------------------
Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: guest96
Date: August 28, 2017, 5:31 am
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In Character Date & Time: 11th November UUY 1, approximately
9-10 PM
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The sudden change of the television's audio as it switched
programs jolted Papyrus awake from his impromptu nap on the
chartreuse sofa, the skeleton rattling briefly in startlement as
he hoisted himself upright in the chair again, having slid into
a semi-reclined position whilst dozing off. "Nyeh," he snorted,
shaking his head lightly to clear it and also in droll
amusement. "Sans' laziness is rubbing off on me." In truth, he
had worked himself extra hard today in his patrols after
everything that had happened, still feeling a sense of
responsibility to ensuring the peace that had once again settled
over Snowdin stayed, the frenetic effort catching up even to the
energetic skeleton.
Thoughts turned toward his sibling now, Papyrus glanced about
the house from where he sat, but found no evidence of the other
skeleton. "SANS!" he shouted, voice echoing off the walls to
serve as his only reply.
"Tch. I bet that lazybones is just off napping somewhere."
Noting the time from the ticker moving along the bottom of the
television screen, a frown creased his features downward in mild
concern, prompting the sentry to push himself out of the
inviting couch and to his full height. Boots made muffled clops
against the carpet as he sauntered over to the television to
turn it off, a swift about-face marching him to the front door
where he grabbed his scarf off the coat rack, swirling it about
his neck in grandiose fashion. It did nothing to protect him
from the sometimes bitter cold in Snowdin, but the flowing
fabric looked positively majestic as he marched outside into the
softly falling snow.
Papyrus looked up as he pulled the door shut behind him, only to
have snow fall into his eye sockets. It felt weird and he made a
sound of disgruntlement, shaking his head even as he took the
care to lock the door properly. After all, how could the Great
Papyrus be expected to keep Snowdin secure if he couldn't even
keep his own home so?
Satisfied with the state of affairs, he tucked the skeleton key
away and began tromping toward Grillby's. It wasn't a place
Papyrus relished going, but the skeleton knew it was also the
most likely spot he would find his brother at given the late
hour. Powdery snow crunched beneath his boots as he walked, head
held high with a greeting nod and smile for all he passed en
route to the bar. There weren't too many out at such an hour,
but a monster so great as he must always be ready and willing to
face any challenge, no matter if it be large or small, and serve
as inspiration to all.
The strong odors of Grillby's gastronomical gathering place
would have been enough to make the monster wrinkle his nose if
he had one, a faint greenish cast tinging his cheekbones as he
pushed the door open with the tinkle of a tiny bell announcing
his arrival. Keen eyes swept the room with rapid efficiency to
find no sign of his sibling's presence, much to his annoyance.
If Sans wasn't here then he could be quite literally anywhere in
Snowdin -- or even the Underground -- which presented Papyrus
with a great deal more work. Nodding politely to those dining,
the monster made his egress from the building swiftly, eagerly
taking in the fresher air once he got far enough away from the
establishment. "Where in the depths is he?" he grumbled to
himself, pulling out his cell phone and long-pressing the button
to call his AWOL family member. The remote telebone rang a
predictable number of times before the voicemail kicked in,
Sans' pre-recorded voice hailing the simultaneously irked and
concerned sibling with its message:
Heya. Seems that you've reached my phone sans me. S'okay,
though. Just leaf your message after the beep and I'll get back
to ya!
The "beep" was more of a blat as the sound of a whoopie cushion
grated against Papyrus' ear-holes, but not to be deterred by
such obstacles the skeleton left his brother a message, growling
with his own brand of fierceness and affection. "If there is
anything that is sans you, dear brother, it is I! I expect a
full report on your absence and for you to call me as soon as
you get this message! It is very late and you may owe me two
stories once you are home!" The idea that a human might have
come through the Ruins and squared off with Sans was enough to
send a shiver rattling through Papyrus' bones, sending a
scattering of snow flurrying down about him from his shoulders,
but he did not mention this lurking fear in his message, simply
hanging up to stalk off and away from the small town into the
forest proper, leaving a wake of footsteps soon filled in by the
steadily falling precipitation from the thick clouds above.
He would find his brother, Papyrus told himself, and when he did
there would be no stopping the fury of his mighty hug!
#Post#: 2478--------------------------------------------------
Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: Sans
Date: August 28, 2017, 7:35 am
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(Set after the Reunion thread for timeline's consistency's
sake~)
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Snow drifted in the delicate breeze over Snowdin's forest,
allowing for the snowflakes to spin and dance and for the wind
to sing whispers in between the dead branches of the towering
trees. Wood rattled and creaked in quiet harmony with the breeze
as a certain short skeleton shuffled through the knee-high snow.
Judging from the light humming which echoed from his
never-ending grin, Sans was in quite high spirits for someone
wandering through such a bleak forest. He could not only feel
some of the snow partially melt at his wake, but his socks and
fluffy slippers also absorbed the water. Now, there was a loud,
irritable 'squelch' every time he took a step. This didn't seem
to bother Sans; though his leisurely shuffles did come to a halt
when he had a nagging feeling to check his mobile phone.
The Sentry reached deeper into one of his pockets and fished out
his phone and hummed to himself with surprise. Not only did he
have a missed call from his brother, but he also didn't realise
that he had left the thing on silent.
"Oops." he mumbled, already feeling guilty at the sight of
Papyrus' name before deciding to raise the phone and listen to
the voicemail.
Shortly afterwards he was now left with a decision which had put
him in a bit of a dilemma. The skeleton's grin seemed to grow
mildly false as he frowned lightly in thought. What required the
least possible amount of energy for him to expel in response to
his brother? Should he call him back, walk back home or take a
Shortcut? He could easily call him back and that was hardly a
challenge the more he thought about it, but he still needed to
get home.
Looking up he could easily see Snowdin and with a sigh he
continued to shuffle along and dialed Papyrus' number as he
went. He waited for a moment before speaking, ['Sup bro?
Sorry I missed your call. I, uh, forgot I left it on silent,
heh. Good thing it doesn't have glasses though, that way I don't
have to worry about it missing 'contacts' either.] he then held
the phone away briefly as a loud, unattractive snort of laughter
escaped him. After he recovered he then continued, [I was in
Snowdin Forest. There's this huuuuuge door. It's really cool.
Perfect for practicing my knock-knock jokes when I was done
watching for humans. Yanno. Same old, same old. Had a good time
though. Aaaanyways, I'm heading home now and you get to pick
both of the stories this time. Sorry if I worried ya-]
Sans then stopped speaking abruptly when he noticed an
unmistakably familiar silhouette approach him. His grin was once
again genuine as he looked up and pocketed his phone, "Wow. That
was quick. Did you plant a tracking device on me or somethin'?"
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: guest96
Date: August 28, 2017, 4:53 pm
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The trees seemed to speak to each other as their bare branches
rustled in the varying breeze wending its way through them, the
air cold and dry but passing unnoticed over Papyrus' cheekbones
to ripple through his lengthy scarf as he performed his
meticulous sweep of the sleeping forest. Aside from his
crunching footsteps, the wind, and occasional rustle of fauna
among the woods, the area was almost deathly quiet, leaving the
skeleton with nothing to occupy his senses but his whirling
thoughts which were very filled with concern for his sibling
indeed. The soft glow in his eyes tinged an anxious shade of
yellow as the worries followed his wake like a living shadow,
gnawing at his bones as his normally exuberant pace became more
plodding.
A familiar ringtone derailed the morose thought train that the
younger skeleton had boarded, Papyrus fishing out his phone
quickly to answer it within the first two rings. Sans' face on
the caller ID sent a wash of relief through him even as he
lifted the device to his ear-hole. Jaw opened to offer an
enthusiastic greeting but the elder skeleton started rattling
off his own spiel first, a litany of familiar sounding excuses.
The warm amber hue that had suffused his eye sockets upon
hearing the reassuring voice soon turned an irked shade of red
as his expression scrunched up into one of annoyance at the
lighthearted puns, though he found himself still grinning at the
idiotic humor.
In the deathly silent copse of trees, the sound of Sans'
snorting laughter carried both electronically through the mobile
phone but also from nearby in the woods, prompting Papyrus to
move with purpose now in that direction. The rest of the
drawling dialogue was only half heard as he honed in on his
sibling, the voice growing more audible outside that small
electronic as the taller skeleton approached. The telebone was
slipped back into place as he drew close enough for the words to
be intelligible outside the device, the sentry's eyes once again
more a warm amber than annoyed rouge as they scanned the shorter
monster to find him unharmed, much to his relief.
A snort of lighthearted derision escaped Papyrus at that playful
assertion of a tracking device, his steps speeding up as he
emerged from the trees into the cleared path to carry him the
rest of the way over to his brother, scooping up the elder in a
tight hug that left the shorter skeleton briefly dangling above
the ground. "You just make enough noise to wake the undead, dear
brother!" he assured Sans with playful tones, giving another
squeeze before setting him back down gently. "And you did worry
me! What would I do if something decided to gnaw on your bones,
huh?" The younger curled an arm around the other's shoulders,
giving the rounder skull a brotherly noogie. "Good thing you
have the Great Papyrus looking after you! Nyeh heh heh!"
Smiling down at Sans, Papyrus untangled himself from his sibling
before taking a half step toward Snowdin's dim glow in the
distance. "Well, better get going! After all, you owe me two
stories tonight for all this extra work and worry!"
#Post#: 2481--------------------------------------------------
Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: Sans
Date: August 28, 2017, 8:00 pm
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Sans grunted softly as he was hoisted up into a brotherly hug
but he welcomed it whole-heartly. He returned the embrace with
his own and ending it with a couple of pats on the back, "Oh
that's a relief. That just means I have nothing to worry about
if I knock them dead with more of my hilarious jokes." he
hummed.
The shorter skeleton made no effort in trying to be released
from his brother's hold, it was quite welcoming since the two
had been separated for a little while. So, Sans just kinda hung
there like a lazy cat as he was held up from the ground. He did
however, squirm a little before giving up on trying to escape
again when he was noogied, "Heeeeey. Heeeey. Dude. I just
polished that... wait... when did I last do that again?" he
protested with a few chuckles before his voice eased into one of
curious seriousness about himself questioning the schedule of
his own hygiene. After a few seconds he just shrugged the
thought away, no longer believing for that to be important.
"I dunno. Make whoever it was some spaghetti so that they would
gnaw on that instead of me?" Sans assumed humorously as he
answered his brother's supposedly rhetorical question. The
lights in his eye sockets drifted to the side, his genuine grin
slipping for a moment and his voice dropped to a lower octave
briefly, "Heh, yeah I'm super lucky. Don't think I'd last very
long without you bro."
However his voice was quick to pipe up as he continued, "Cool.
What'll it be tonight? Oh yeah, before I forget. I've heard that
Zarc's band might be having another gig soon. We should probably
go, yanno. I might take Tori with us too if that's cool with
you?"
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: guest96
Date: August 29, 2017, 2:33 am
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"Well, maybe if you didn't spend so much of your time napping
you'd have more time for other things, brother, like polishing
your bones," the taller skeleton suggested in a gentle ribbing.
"Brilliant Sans! No hungry monster or man could hope to resist
my delicious pasta." Papyrus glanced down at Sans in time to see
the sudden darkness that seemed to dim the other's eyes, however
briefly, a touch of yellow tinging the amber glow floating in
his eye sockets at the more morose agreement. "Well," he
asserted, hand reaching down to squeeze the elder's shoulder
reassuringly, "you are related to the Great Papyrus, so surely
that must count for something, nyes?"
As the topic moved on to lighter things, he opted to drop
further discussion of such dark rhetoricals in favor of
something much more pleasant. "A gig, huh?" Hand moved up to
stroke his chin thoughtfully for a moment, the honeyed pupils
darting back in forth briefly in thought before he started
walking toward Snowdin once more. "Well, it would be excellent
to support such a good friend in their passion! Besides," he
segued, his voice turning sly as he glanced down at his sibling,
"he's way better at karaoke than you. Nyeh heh!" More footsteps
crunched in the snow, a more confident counterpoint to Sans'
squelching slippers. "As for Her Majesty, I see no reason to
exclude her from such a pleasant social gathering! Perhaps I can
talk to her about some cooking lessons at the same time! It
would be quite efficient."
Falling silent for a bit to contemplate the answer to the
remaining question, the lanky monster did eventually come up
with a reply: "Well, it's been ages since you read The Poky
Little Puppy to me, and I think I should like to hear about
Corduroy again." In truth it had really only been a few weeks
since the last time that well loved book had been tugged off the
shelf, but time had a funny way of flowing with so many days
almost seeming to be a repeat of the one before. "Do you think
you can stay awake long enough for that, brother mine?" Though
his tone was lighthearted and even playful, there was still that
faint tinge of yellow belying his warm exuberance if the shorter
skeleton were paying attention, the broad grin not fully
touching those dancing lights.
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: Sans
Date: August 29, 2017, 4:53 am
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Sans found himself shrugging again, "Can't argue with that.
Still, nothing beats a good nap every once in a while. Sometimes
it's just what the body needs to restore some energy to get
through the day yanno?" he hummed casually when he closed his
eye sockets. Perhaps even sounding a little rehearsed, like he
was just waiting for his brother to mention that at some point
soon. The skeleton then shuffled beside his brother as they
started the journey back home. Sans was feeling more relaxed now
that he was reunited with Papyrus again, despite having to take
an extra step or two compared to the taller one's long strides.
The elder brother chuckled softly at the remark about his
cooking and quipped again, "Yeah whenever you're cooking,
there's no way anyone could walk 'pasta' without noticing.
Speaking of, not too long ago I ran into a monster who sells
potions and runs a petite cafe in Waterfall. Name's Cinnamon. I
might have noticed she sold some bottles you might wanna try
with your cooking. Though the way I see it, it would be your
cooking which would enhance the potion; not the other way
around. Heh."
There was a brief, yet noticeable pause in the shorter
skeleton's steps when he felt Papyrus' reassuring hand on his
shoulder. He held his permanent smile as always, though he was
more concerned that Papyrus had caught him off-guard. Not that
he thought Papyrus would never noticed, but more so that he was
annoyed at himself for allowing that moment to be seen.
Naturally, he managed to follow through and act like that
thought never happened and continued to speak nonchalantly, "Oh
that definitely counts. If I'm lucky, maybe some of your
greatness would rub off on me some day."
He opened his eye sockets again and the lights held within
seemed to glimmer with delight in hearing Papyrus' response to
his suggestion. Sans always had a lot of friends and knew a lot
of monsters, but nothing quite beats hanging out with those
closest to you all at once and having a good time. At the
mention of the karaoke, Sans raised an index finger as if to
debate only to find words failed him in that lengthy pause as he
processed what had been said.
"You do have a point. Zarc's band is pretty cool and he has a
killer voice. I should know, I've been to every gig they had.
Looking forward to the next one." he commented with a casual
shrug and his hands buried deep into his pockets... as though he
were anticipating something.
"Speaking of bands, did you know that I am in one too?" he added
as he slipped his hand out of a pocket and raised it up high for
his brother to see. His bony fingers had an elastic band wrapped
tightly around them. The smiling skeleton also did his best to
suppress his laughter - but also failing miserably, "We're quite
the 'elastifying loop'. Have our own 'Loopies' stalking us and
everything. Sometimes it kinda puts us in a 'bind'. Anywho, it
might be a bit of a 'stretch' but I'm pretty sure that our next
concert should sell out."
It didn't take long for Sans to lose composure completely and
doubled over; laughing at his own jokes.
After wiping a tear from an eye socket he flicked it out into
the snow, "Ahhh the classics. You never get tired of hearing
those stories, and I never get tired of telling them." he
commented; in truth he had practically memorized those ones from
cover to cover given how many times he had read them. Which
makes it all the more easier for him to be as entertaining as
possible when retelling the tales. He then looked up to Papyrus
with a broad smile, "Well of course bro, I at least owe you that
much."
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: guest96
Date: August 29, 2017, 6:06 am
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“Well, that sounds like a gastronomical idea, Sans!” Two could
play at the game of culinary puns, it seemed. “You shall have to
introduce me to this spicy lady in dill thyme. Nyeh heh.” The
honeyed glow brightened in Papyrus’ eyes as amusement rippled
from him in meeting his sibling’s puns with his own. “Perhaps we
can whisk her away.”
Jaw hinged partly open as the tall skeleton started to offer
some kind of reassurance to his sibling at the overly saccharine
comeback, but teeth promptly clacked shut as the younger seemed
to find no good means to truly bolster Sans’ spirits with his
own witty repartee. It was a familiar dance between the polar
opposite pair, but Papyrus had little desire to trot out their
usual routine when it seemed decidedly fruitless at this
juncture, instead offering a passing but genuine compliment:
“Well, you are a pretty cool dude already, if I do say so
myself!”
The smile on Papyrus’ skull broadened subtly as his companion
conceded his point about musical prowess, a soft chuckle
bubbling up from him. “Better tell me when it is so we can gig
going to it, then!” His own amusement was quickly diverted as
the elder pulled out his hands, the cascade of calembour earning
a groan even as he found himself laughing despite his best
efforts to remain suitably composed as would fit a member of the
Royal Guard. “Gah! Saaaaaaaaans!” he bellowed, voice echoing
over the landscape, though it was truly more amused than annoyed
at the artful display of witticism.
Shaking his head as they were forced to halt due to Sans’
cacophony of cackles, the taller monster adopted a pose with his
balled hands on his hips as he waited for the older skeleton to
regain his own composure, amber eyes bespeaking to his genuinely
amused state of being. “Well, at least I know you can
practically recite them to me in your sleep, lazybones!” he
quipped wryly before his gaze went toward Snowdin again, the
town seeming much too far away for the amount of time they’ve
been walking toward it.
“Tch,” he clacked softly, a rattle of mild impatience rippling
through his frame before a thought occurred to him that seems to
solve several dilemmas at once. “Sans,” he entreated, kneeling
down in what was hopefully a familiar posture to the shorter
peer. “Climb on. We’re going for a jog.”
Once his sibling complied, Papyrus stood up, hands moving to
hold onto Sans’ femurs and keep his brother from slipping,
trusting him to hold on with his arms, even if the majestically
long scarf was flapping in his face. “Let me show you how to put
some backbone into it, brother!” he declared before bolting
forward, long legs eating away at the ground beneath his feet,
boots pounding the fluffy snow into submission in his passionate
wake. The softly falling snow whipped at their bare cheekbones
as he ran, heels kicking up an impressive cloud of powder behind
them in an almost comical gait were it not for the earnest
expression of a skeleton taking his task quite seriously.
The lights of the town soon surrounded the pair, a technicolor
blur as they whizzed past the familiar scenery and almost beyond
their domicile, Papyrus having to put on the proverbial brakes
in a decidedly comical skid before pacing the few steps over to
the front door as if such a maneuver were completely
intentional. Skeleton key was fished out and the door opened to
allow them ingress, the younger carting the elder inside before
finally setting Sans down on the rug just inside of the door
with his sodden footwear. “Now, take those waterlogged things
off before you take another step inside. Wouldn’t want to leave
cold puddles in the carpet!”
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: Sans
Date: August 29, 2017, 9:24 am
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For someone who was so lazy, Sans sure could move or react
really quickly when he chose to. Just as Papyrus had proclaimed
the first syllable of 'gastronomical' Sans quipped with
squeezing a whoopee cushion for emphasis; all the while
snickering lightly. He found himself pausing in pleasant
realization that his brother had rolled out a string of jokes of
his own. His grin broadened, the lights seemed to have merrily
danced on the spot within his eye sockets. The brother could
feel himself swelling with pride, "Dude. Did you just..." he
asked slowly in between chuckles but the more Papyrus continued
the more Sans was starting to lose it. He had to stop walking
for a moment to slouch over and rest his hands on his knees as
he laughed, "Pap, I'm so proud of you hehehehe. I'll have no
choice but to take that as a 'condiment'."
Once again he recovered and stood up straight, closing his eye
sockets and taking in a seemingly unnecessary breath, "Thanks
bro, I learnt from the best." he replied; returning the
compliment in kind. He, however, found himself opening one of
them again to witness his brother's reaction to his own string
of puns.
"Heh."
He couldn't help but casually fist-pump the air before taking a
few steps ahead of his brother with his rarely displayed burst
of speed and pointed an accusing finger at him, "Ha. I knew it.
I knew you thought my jokes were hilarious. You can't take it
back now."
Before he knew it Papyrus' patience was already starting to wear
thin and if it meant he didn't have to expend any effort into
walking, he wasn't about to decline a free ride. So, Sans
carefully clambered onto the back of his brother, paying careful
mind to not accidentally hurt him or scratch his prized costume.
He then placed his hands on Papyrus' shoulders as he stood back
up, "I dunno bro, 'I don't think I have the guts' for - woah!"
he began before the sudden shift of momentum threw his body
backwards; but luckily he was pretty secure as the other
skeleton took off.
When they arrived home, Sans found himself looking back to where
they had just ran from, "Pap. I'm impressed. That was a trek."
he said before following his demands. Sans wasn't about to argue
and as far as he was concerned, leaving his slippers and socks
outside just meant another place for him to keep 'forgetting' to
pick up another one of his socks. He then roughly wiped his bare
feet on the mat to rid them of any left over moisture before
entering the house again. His toes drummed against the soft,
warm carpet; really taking in the comfort it provided. The stout
skeleton then made his way up to Papyrus' room, "C'mon bro." he
encouraged before disappearing inside and pulling two books off
of the bookshelf. One with a golden spine with a dog at the
front and the other with a teddy bear and a bright red
background. Sans then sat at the designated seat beside his
brother's bed and waited for him until he was ready.
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Once he was, Sans cleared his 'throat' and began to read and of
his own free will, putting effort into the showmanship and
enunciation of his voice to match the tone of the story, "Five
little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in
the wide, wide world. Through the meadow they went, down the
road, over the bridge, across the green grass, and up the hill,
one after the other. And when they got to the top of the hill,
they counted themselves: one, two, three, four. One little puppy
wasn't there. "Now where in the world is that poky little
puppy?" they wondered..." he then continued the story right
until the end; frequently checking to make sure that Papyrus was
enjoying himself.
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: guest96
Date: August 29, 2017, 4:02 pm
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For once, the younger sibling wasn’t riled up by the addition of
incidental instrumentation, as it meant that Sans was in better
spirits, this having been the whole point of Papyrus’ punishing
exercise. Even the rejoined “condiment” netted a soft nyeh-ing
chuckle from monster, just happy to see his sibling really
smiling again.
Sans’ accusation made the taller skele-bro glance from side to
side in a sheepish expression, gloved fingertips tapping
together in front of him as he made a soft throat-clearing sound
despite a decided lack of a trachea. “Weeellll….” he hemmed,
looking for a way out to continue being cool, though in truth
he’s having a good time with his sibling in their own wacky way.
“You are my brother and it is my duty to support you, so this is
another resounding victory for the Great Papyrus! Nyeh heh heh!”
If there was any response to his companion’s coy quip as they
bounded across the wintry landscape, it was lost to the wind
whipping around them, rippling through the long scarf that
snapped behind the trotting skeleton. The complement earned a
deeper grin from Papyrus, eyes dancing with a softly smoldering
passion, the run having given him at least a temporary surge of
energy. “See what you can do with a little motor-vation, Sans?”
The playful quip is given freely since they seem to already be
on a roll tonight and it’s clear to the lankier of the pair that
his sibling needed this kind of gentle ribbing right now.
As his peer shed his footwear, Papyrus did likewise, though his
boots were far cleaner than the soggy slippers Sans was wearing.
The long scarf was also wrapped about the top of the coat rack
as though it were a pile of spaghetti, earning a satisfied nod
from the skeleton before he locked the front door from the
inside and about-faced to strut deeper into their abode. The
kitchen drew a glance, the self-proclaimed chef contemplating a
palate pleasing treat to round out their evening with. He
glanced up at Sans’ beckoning voice, eyes brightening as his
smile did. “Get comfortable, brother! I shall join you shortly,”
he assured his sibling before ducking into the cooking alcove.
Familiarity guided Papyrus’ steps as he pulled out a small
saucepan from the cabinets, setting it on the stovetop before
pulling out the requisite ingredients -- milk from the fridge,
chocolate from the pantry, spices and sweetening from the
cabinets -- and gathered them all onto the countertop next to
the stove. The chocolate was added first in small chunks, the
heat kept surprisingly low as the skeleton demonstrated actual
acumen for this task, the milk added next and whisked
continuously while he hummed to himself. Once the mixture was
well blended he gave the steaming liquid a little taste test
with his pinky bone dipping into it, soon adding a healthy dash
of cinnamon and a touch more sweetening to make it to his
liking.
The heat was turned off and the skeleton removed the pot from
the burner to prevent scalding the carefully crafted cocoa, a
small tray and two large mugs fished out from their storage
spots to be setup and then the cups filled with with hot brew. A
glance was given to the now dirty saucepan, the monster opting
to give it a good rinsing in the sink before filling it with
scalding water to soak overnight in lieu of a proper washing so
their beverages didn't get cold. He’d nearly picked up the tray
before he recalled a very important addition, a bag of tiny
marshmallows coming out of the pantry to be added generously
atop the two mugs and then he closed the bag, now satisfied with
his confection.
A glance was given to the kitchen with things still in need of
minor cleanup, but for once Papyrus decided it was worth waiting
until the morning to do such duties. After all, Sans was waiting
very patiently for him and he did not wish to ignore the gift of
that time together with his closest family member. Taking the
tray carefully upstairs, the taller brother set it on the table
with all his action figures, a gentle nudge making room for the
small item. Taking off his gloves finally, he wrapped bony
fingers about one of mugs, turning to offer it to his sibling
before taking a trip into his closet to shed the rest of his
battle body very carefully, donning pajamas that were blue with
a variety of bone shapes on them, the soft garments hanging
loosely over his bony frame.
Finally ready for bed, he padded softly out of the walk in
closet to claim his own cup of hot chocolate, carrying it to his
racecar bed to slip under the covers. He leaned back against his
pillows and headboard as he sipped the warming brew, knees
curled up toward his sternum as he listened to his sibling start
in on the tale.
The sound of that familiar voice and well loved story lulled him
easily, the lights in his eyes slowly dimming as a wash of
sleepiness wrapped him like a warm, freshly laundered blanket.
Teeth clacked together occasionally as the yawns became more
frequent, the cocoa finished partway through the first story
before he relinquished the now empty mug to his nightstand and
slid down fully into the bed, laying on his side as he hugged a
pillow, eyes on Sans’ animated storytelling. The rise and fall
of his rib cage in a simulacrum of breathing gradually slowed,
his right hand reaching out to lay over the elder’s nearer leg,
a soft gesture of affection and closeness that carried an almost
childish innocence with it.
It didn’t take long into the second requested story for Papyrus
to doze off completely, the tension running out of his bones
like water through a sieve as the lights in his eyes dimmed
completely, a visage of perfect contentment in the presence of
the person he loved the most.
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Re: Absent Without Leaf (Papyrus and Sans)
DIR By: Sans
Date: August 30, 2017, 3:22 am
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It never usually takes much for Sans to get comfortable, seeing
as he could fall asleep just about anywhere, and a chair beside
Papyrus' bed was no different. The elder skeleton leaned back
casually, reminiscing on events which had recently passed -
particularly the night he had spent with a goat monster. His
toes just barely grazed against the carpet as he drummed his
fingers against the books and it wasn't long before his expected
brother also entered the room. He smiled, as he always did and
accepted the mug of hot chocolate; leisurely taking sips from it
from time to time throughout the rest of the night. Whether if
he actually liked it or not, remained a mystery; regardless, the
skeleton made sure to empty the mug.
As Sans continued to retell the favourite stories, he didn't
stop until he had finished the second one; despite Papyrus
already had fallen asleep half way through it. Was it because he
was worried that his brother may wake before he finished? Or was
it because he said he would tell two and stuck through with it
right until the end? Either way, the night finished with Sans
closing the two books and quietly placing them on the floor
beside him and leaving the mug on the table; next to his
brother's collection of figurines. The Sentry was also sure not
to disturb the table's occupants with its new visitor and simply
left it at the lonely corner.
He then found himself yawning, envious that Papyrus was already
fast asleep. At first he made a motion to get up and leave the
room, but later thought against it and simply drifted off to
sleep where he sat. His soft snoring soon occupied the room, as
if playing a tune to the falling snow outside.
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