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#Post#: 2488--------------------------------------------------
We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: guest96 Date: August 30, 2017, 3:56 am
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[sub]In Character Date & Time: 12th November UUY 1,
approximately 7-8 AM
Set after Absent Without Leaf
HTML http://undergroundunlimited.createaforum.com/snowdin/absent-without-leaf-(papyrus-and-sans)/[/sub]
[hr]
Sans’ snoring woke his brother at some point during the night,
the skeleton stirring enough to see the shorter monster slouched
awkwardly in the chair beside his bed. “[font=papyrus]Oh,
Sans,[/font]” he sighed softly, shaking his head as he sat up in
bed. “[font=papyrus]That position is really bad for your
spine.[/font]” The words were a quiet whisper heaved as he stood
and gently disrobed the other of the jacket, noting it to be in
need of a good washing as he draped it over the back of the
chair.
Cradling his sibling in his arms, he opted for the simplest
solution and carted the stockier sibling into bed with him,
putting him on the inside closest to the wall and facing it.
Crawling in right after he curled around Sans in a gentle
spooning posture, covers pulled up over the both of them before
his left arm draped over his companion in a loose hug, his right
tucked up under the pillow and his head even as his eyes dipped
closed to quickly fall back asleep, their closeness giving him a
sense of completion.
[hr]
The day dawned subtly over the serene town of Snowdin, its
inhabitants rising to go about their daily routine with varying
states of urgency. The snowfall had persisted the whole night
through, filling in footprints and leaving the village looking
like something out of a picturebook before anyone began walking
the streets again. The thick cloud cover had largely dispersed,
the high ceiling of the cavern only faintly visible from the
glow of the buildings down below, but as usual it remained
bitterly cold for any monster with skin enough to feel it, some
folks even going so far as to put on extra layers for the day.
Papyrus stirred in the earliest parts of the morning hours,
stretching his svelte frame with an audible groan as joints
popped and realigned. It felt good and helped the skeleton to
wake up, feeling well rested after such a pleasant repast the
night before. Swinging his legs out to plant bare feet on the
floor, he snorted softly at the sight of both mugs still in his
room, though in truth the younger sibling wasn’t at all
surprised by this fact.
Deciding that the proper clean up could wait a little bit
longer, he padded out of the room with soft steps to go down the
hallway and into the washroom. His bone-accented pajamas were
shed into the appropriate hamper before starting up the shower
itself, stepping into it quickly despite the water still being
cold, given his bones not noticing too much of a difference at
first. He did turn the hot water on, however, as it had proven
much more efficient at removing the dirt from his ivory frame.
Merrily he trilled to himself as he washed, being thorough to
scrub his entire frame from cranium to tarsals. It was
thoroughly invigorating, leaving Papyrus’ eyes glowing a quite
warm shade of orange by the time he’d finished. He wrapped a
large towel around his middle just under his arms as he exited
the bathtub, though a fair bit of water dripped onto the
intended rug beneath his feet as he attended to dental hygiene
next, ensuring his smile was as pearly and bright as ever,
grinning to himself in the mirror.
“[font=papyrus]I wonder if that lazybones is awake yet?[/font]”
he mused idly to himself as each thing found its way to a proper
place, even though he suspected he knew the answer already.
Sashaying back to his room to dress, Papyrus was not at all
surprised to find his sibling still snoozing in the nook of the
bed the younger had given him in the middle of the night. It was
honestly somewhat relieving to see Sans back to business as
usual, since that meant things were back to normal.
At least to some degree or another.
Smiling affectionately, he let the shorter skeleton be as he
found suitable clothing for the day, opting for dark blue denim
pants and an orange turtleneck, deciding that he should really
take advantage of this day off from sentry duties to spend with
his sibling, somehow or another.
Dressing quietly -- though in truth Papyrus suspected Sans could
sleep through any alarm in the whole Underground if he wanted to
-- the aspiring royal guardsman gathered up the dishes in the
bedroom and carried them downstairs to wash, the door softly
shut behind him to keep the peace sustained for a while longer
as he hummed to himself again while he washed those dishes,
preparing to make breakfast for the both of them, finding
comfort in such domestic affairs.
#Post#: 2489--------------------------------------------------
Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: Sans Date: August 30, 2017, 5:53 am
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Quite some time later Sans stirred from his deep slumber. He
rolled over a couple of times, slipping in and out of
consciousnesses until he finally blinked himself awake. He
gradually leaned forward to sit up, stretching his arms high
above him as he yawned loudly and his joints folded into place.
The Sentry stared blankly at the wall in front of him with a
dazed, half-lidded expression as his mind started to slowly
'boot up' for the morning.
A few minutes later he looked around and came to the realization
that he was still in Papyrus' room and in his bed. Without
needing to wonder why or how he got there he chuckled softly
with a light shake of his head. He then slipped off the bed, not
even thinking about making the bed and shuffled his feet along
the carpet lazily until he exited his brother's room. Sans could
hear the clattering and moving about downstairs in the kitchen,
so the whereabouts of Papyrus was not a mystery to him as he
made his way to his own room. Retrieving a key from
who-knows-where, unlocking his door and heaving it open, he then
strolled towards his cupboard built into the wall. It had a
sliding door with a mirror on its surface, reflecting just what
a grub he looked like when he first woke up. Not bothered at all
by his appearance, he winked at himself purely for amusement
before sliding the door open. The railing where clothes were
meant to be hung from was completely empty - save for the few
coat hangers here and there - but he didn't even spare a glance
there. Instead, he had been looking down on the floor as soon as
the door opened, at the pile of
creased-some-clean-some-partly-worn blue jackets, shirts,
shorts, undergarments and socks. With yet another yawn he pulled
out the first few blue jackets he could find, trying to decide
which one of them looked the least creased before settling for
one and shrugging it on.
Sans then suddenly vanished and reappeared in the kitchen behind
Papyrus, [font=comic sans ms]"Mornin' bro."[/font] he greeted
seemingly out of nowhere, having already decided that taking the
stairs was already way too much effort for the morning. He
opened a cupboard and pulled out a bag of half-empty potato
chips and started to munch on a few before breakfast,
[font=comic sans ms]"Wotcha cookin' today?"[/font]
A few crumbs were spilled unnoticed by the shorter brother,
[font=comic sans ms]"You fell asleep half way through Corduroy,
but I kept reading until the end. Have you been working yourself
'down to the bone' again?" [/font]
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: guest96 Date: August 30, 2017, 6:33 am
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Metal and china clanked and splashed as Papyrus gave the various
dishes from that last minute repast a thorough washing, the
sleeves of his turtleneck shirt rolled back to his humeri to
keep them from getting damp while he worked with efficiency
through the small pile. The house was silent save for his
humming and those other incidental sounds of productivity, but
it was pleasant and peaceful to the young man, knowing
everything was as it should be so far.
Dishes done, he rinsed out the sinks and pulled out a few more
pieces of cookware in order to start breakfast for the both of
them, feeling a mite peckish since he ended up missing dinner
with his impromptu nap yesterday. A quick rummage through the
fridge saw him snagging eggs, sausage, milk, and butter, the jar
of flour coming out of the pantry along with salt and pepper
from the spice cabinet. With his ingredients assembled, Papyrus
started with the sausage first, slicing the meat into small but
thick patties to put into the large skillet he’d already heated,
the pink turning gradually brown as it sizzled.
Getting a little lost in his thoughts during this cost the
skeleton a bit of his HP but more of his pride when the sharp
knife nicked one of his phalanges a bit deeply.
“[font=papyrus]Oh, Corefire and sulphur, that’s done it,[/font]”
he muttered to himself, rinsing the knife and his fingers off
under some cool water, the leaking red fluid washing away under
the flow. A glance around the kitchen and he found a cloth that
he turned into an impromptu binding so he could keep working,
the sausage needing to be flipped now before he started in on
the eggs in another pan, lightly scrambling them with some salt
and pepper and a smidgen of butter and milk to make them creamy.
Eggs were kept at a low heat even as he removed the now cooked
sausage from the pan to set aside on a plate, hearing Sans
finally starting to move about upstairs. “[font=papyrus]Ah, the
sloth finally stirs,[/font]” he noted affectionately with a
faintly crooked grin, starting to stir in some flour with the
leftover sausage grease to make a roux. It wasn’t long before it
was ready and he began to add the milk in after taking the eggs
off the heat, letting him focus on this final task in making a
nice cream gravy. He was sure this would be a pleasant surprise
for his sibling to wake up to.
Well, he at least hoped it would be.
With all the components done, Papyrus snagged two bowls from the
cabinet, serving first the eggs in it, then arranging the
sausage patties to form eyes and a generous sweep of the gravy
to make a smiling mouth in the bowl. He’d just finishing that
second ladling of gravy on the other bowl when Sans made his
predictably abrupt appearance in the kitchen.
“[font=papyrus]Good morning, Sans![/font]” he replied
cheerfully, turning to take the bowls to the table and set them
down at their respective spots. “[font=papyrus]Oh, just
something simple. Scrambled eggs, sausage, some gravy,[/font]”
he asserted casually, waving his injured hand about in habitual
emphasis before moving to get them silverware. The punchline
stopped him halfway through pulling that drawer out, one
brow-bone quirking upward at his sibling. “[font=papyrus]Well,
one of us has to earn our keep, don’t they?[/font]” The words
weren’t really biting, but they were at least somewhat honest in
their assessment of things.
“[font=papyrus]Oh, I almost forgot![/font]” Papyrus moved to a
cabinet to pull out a mug for himself, but from a higher shelf
-- where Sans wouldn’t likely be able to see without a
step-ladder -- the younger skeleton pulled out a nice full glass
bottle of ketchup, taking it and half the silverware to set down
at Sans’ place, his half set down next to his bowl before he
went to make himself coffee with a sheepish smile.
“[font=papyrus]I… know you’ve had a hard time getting any
lately. I hope it’s to your liking, brother.[/font]”
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: Sans Date: August 30, 2017, 7:47 am
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Sans continued to wolf down the chips until the bag was empty
before brushing off a few crumbs and tossing the rubbish into
the bin. His smiling face seemed to be unreadable as he looked
to the freshly cooked breakfast but the thought of him going
through the trouble of preparing a meal for him never seemed to
touch his 'heart'. When he looked up to his brother the lights
in his eyes seemed to have danced with delight.
[font=comic sans ms]"Looks amazing bro."[/font] he began, though
some concerned, hardened shadows seemed to have formed between
his eye ridges; implying a furrowing of brows expression when he
noticed the blood-stained cloth. He then reached down to a lower
cupboard and almost disappeared into it as he reached for
something at the back. [font=comic sans ms]"Dude, did you cut
yourself? You shoulda' stopped what you were doing and tend to
it better than that."[/font] he asked from within, his voice
half-echoing and half-muffled by the compact space until he
eventually leaned back out of it and retrieved a small first-aid
kit, just in case.
[font=comic sans ms]"I mean. I know we will be eating soon, and
that doesn't look all that bad. So I wouldn't think healing be
an issue. Even so."[/font] the elder skeleton sighed,
[font=comic sans ms]"Just be careful next time, okay?"[/font]
The stout monster then raised his hands defensively, [font=comic
sans ms]"Hey, believe it or not I get a 'ton' done when on the
job."[/font] he insisted before leaving a dramatic pause and
that infamous grin stretching further across his face in
anticipation before elbowing his brother, [font=comic sans ms]"A
skele-'ton'. For real though. I do what I'm meant to. I stand at
my station, watch for humans, don't see any so I take a nap or
go on a break."[/font]
He then shrugged, [font=comic sans ms]"I know you think it's
lazy of me but my point is, don't try to overexert yourself if
it's going to compromise your health, mental well-being or you
might even miss out on enjoying the little things in life from
being so busy. I appreciate the hard work you do Pap, I really
do, and I know you'll make a great guard some day, but do your
bro a favour and take it easy every once in a while, yanno? Even
for simple things as making breakfast. If you're gonna do stuff
for me, I'd rather wait longer and you not get hurt in the
process."[/font]
He then patted his brother's back and at the mention of
forgetting something had the older skeleton tilt his head out of
curiosity. At the sight of the bottle Papyrus earned himself a
delighted gasp, [font=comic sans ms]"Duuuude. No way."[/font] he
proclaimed and eagerly snatched it up, [font=comic sans
ms]"Thanks, you're the best."[/font]
Sans then sat down with his bowl and bottle of ketchup in front
of him. He looked at the display of his food for a second or two
before reaching for the ketchup bottle and poured a small
helping. After a bite or two Sans found himself pouring a much
more generous serving.
[font=comic sans ms]"Wow, have you been practicing? I think this
one was better than the last one"[/font] he asked, doing his
best to sound encouraging as he started to drown half the
breakfast with ketchup as he ate.
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: guest96 Date: August 30, 2017, 8:26 am
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Having practically forgotten about the cut to his finger-bones
until his sibling called it out, Papyrus glanced at the now
stained cloth with an expression that turned briefly chagrined
before straightening with an air of responsibility about him.
“[font=papyrus]It’s just a little nick, Sans. I’m fine.
Honest.[/font]” A gesture was made toward the skillets and
saucepan still on the stovetop, awaiting cleaning once they’ve
eaten; or more correctly once Papyrus has eaten.
“[font=papyrus]I didn’t want anything to burn today, so I
couldn’t just stop to dig that out.[/font]” He motioned to the
medical kit the shorter man had brought out. “[font=papyrus]It
looks worse than it is. But, I’ll be more careful next time. I
promise.[/font]”
The drifting of the topic into double entendres was preferable
to being berated about his injury, so the joke netted at least a
soft snort of humor from the lanky monster, shaking his head
slightly, as if to say “how typical of you brother” before
moving away from the countertops to set the table, getting
another lecture in the process. The advice was received with
serious contemplation, however, rather than a perhaps more
typical annoyance, something niggling at the back of the
sensitive skeleton’s mind as of late. “[font=papyrus]Well, Sans,
I’m taking it easy today. Maybe you could help me with the
dishes afterward so we can both take it easy, mmm?[/font]”
Technically by taking it easy Papyrus meant he wasn’t going out
on patrol today, but he knew he had a lot to do around the house
to keep it at least moderately liveable, already confident that
his bed was not made in its usually neat fashion. Still, it was
progress of a sort, wasn’t it?
Seeing Sans light up like a Yule tree at his offering of that
thick condiment did make Papyrus grin broadly and genuinely, his
eyes finally brightening from that more serious umber to sunlit
amber as the conversation turned pleasant once more.
“[font=papyrus]Well, you’ve taken care of me for so long it
seems only fair I return the favor somehow,[/font]” he mused,
putting on the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup that’s
black but sweet to go with breakfast once the pot finished
brewing.
“[font=papyrus]Well, it probably helps that you’re getting it
while it’s hot, Sans.”[/font] Papyrus considered his sibling
closely as he sat down to eat his own breakfast portion, finding
it to his liking sans the ketchup. “[font=papyrus]But yes, I
have been. I know I’m not as good of a cook as Toriel or even
Undyne, but…[/font]” Shoulders rolled in a bony shrug.
“[font=papyrus]Gotta keep you fed somehow, huh?[/font]”
A soft chuckle lilted from the younger as he saw the ketchup
being used to drown the meal. [font=papyrus]Oh well. So long as
he’s happy and healthy.[/font]
Content to eat in silence for a bit, the passionate guard
trainee let the sound of their clacking bones and utensils serve
as the primary ambiance for a while, considering what all needed
to be done for the day. “[font=papyrus]Sans…[/font]” he piped up
softly, lifting those glowing pupils to fixate on his companion.
“[font=papyrus]What would you like to do with me today?[/font]”
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: Sans Date: August 30, 2017, 8:15 pm
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[font=comic sans ms]"Mmmm'kay, if you say so. Still, I'd rather
a burnt breakfast than you getting hurt in the process."
[/font]the skeleton hummed with a shrug before biting more into
his breakfast. He did pause in thought at the mention of helping
with the dishes, as though contemplating his next words before
finally settling with,[font=comic sans ms] "Sure thing Pap. Good
idea."[/font]
The skeleton continued to feast on the prepared meal at a
leisurely pace, making sure to empty the bowl whilst also
frequently pouring ketchup as he went. After the comments he
replied, [font=comic sans ms]"We take care of each other bro, it
wasn't all just me. Just how life is. We're there for each
other. To be fair though, they've been doing that longer than
you have. So, you can only get better with practice. If I was
living on my own, honestly I'd probably just go out to eat or
have whatever is in the cupboards."[/font]
After he was done the Sentry's lights slid up in the sockets to
look at his brother directly with an interested gaze[font=comic
sans ms], "Whatever you feel like bro. Maybe we could go fishing
in Waterfall or somethin'."[/font] he suggested before letting
out a soft belch; which seemed to have been mildly muffled by
his row of permanently gleaming teeth.
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: guest96 Date: August 30, 2017, 9:29 pm
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“[font=papyrus]Well, consider it a lesson in not getting
distracted while handling sharp objects.[/font]”
Papyrus found Sans’ concern touching, sometimes surprised by
just how much his lackadaisical sibling really did care for him.
It served as a good reminder for what was important in life.
“[font=papyrus]Thank you, Sans. More hands make light work,
after all![/font]”
Taking a bite out of one of the sausage patties after having
stabbed it with his fork, the younger skeleton considered the
various facts presented by his companion. “[font=papyrus]Well…
after Papa… vanished… you were all I had.[/font]” The glow in
his eyes dulled a little with the sad recollection, the lights
moving to the corners of his eye sockets as he side-glanced
toward the floor. “[font=papyrus]If I lost you, I think I would
lose myself too.[/font]” He slid the fork into the bowl, lifting
his gaze to look at Sans seriously. “[font=papyrus]That’s why I
try so hard to take care of you, brother, even when you don’t
take care of yourself.[/font]”
Finishing the last few bites up of his bowl, the royal guard
trainee considered the differences in their cooking experience
as the elder had explained, nodding slightly in contemplative
agreement. “[font=papyrus]I suppose you are right, Sans.[/font]”
He reached across the table with his free left hand to give his
brother’s right a gentle squeeze. “[font=papyrus]But knowing
you’d eat so poorly on your own makes me glad I can cook for
you.[/font]” Eyes brightened as his grin somehow widened.
“[font=papyrus]All the more reason for me to get all the lessons
and practice I can and truly prove what a great chef that I
am![/font]”
Letting the other’s hand go, he pushed the chair back from the
table to stand, gathering up the dishes to take over to the sink
with a renewed sense of purpose. “[font=papyrus]I’ll wash, you
can rinse them and we’ll dry and put them away together. How’s
that sound?[/font]”
Papyrus rinsed the minor food scraps down the disposal while
waiting for a proper answer -- knowing the energy would be
recycled efficiently -- before he started filling the leftmost
sink with hot, sudsy water. The makeshift bandage was removed as
the sink filled, the skeleton examining his hand and finding it
to be much better now. “[font=papyrus]See? No permanent
harm.[/font]” He hoped this gesture reassured his sibling that
he wasn’t going to keel over anytime soon.
The bowls, cup and utensils got washed first for the other to
rinse and set in the drying basket, the skeleton taking a little
more time with the actual cookware to ensure they were properly
cleaned. “[font=papyrus]Fishing?[/font]” The suggestion merited
due consideration as Papyrus gave the skillet the eggs were
cooked in a good scrubbing. “[font=papyrus]That sounds like fun,
actually. I don’t remember the last time we did that.[/font]”
Passing the skillet over for rinsing he scrubbed out the pan
used for the sausage and gravy next. “[font=papyrus]I think our
fishing rods are in the shed…?[/font]” Head tilted with the
effort to remember. “[font=papyrus]Maybe we could have some fish
for supper![/font]”
A quick side-to-side glance was given. “[font=papyrus]Well, at
least if Undyne doesn’t come over.[/font]”
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: Sans Date: August 31, 2017, 2:11 am
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Sans nodded once before leaning back on his chair and let out a
contented sigh; gently rocking on the chair's back two legs. The
chair creaked softly and he moved. He also rested his hands
behind his skull and closed his eye sockets for the older
brother was simply enjoying the spare time before having to get
up again, [font=comic sans ms]"No problem, only fair."[/font] he
replied simply. However, at the mention of their father there
was a noticeable, silent stillness created by Sans. It only
lasted for a few seconds before he returned to rocking and he
chose not to make much of a comment on it beyond, [font=comic
sans ms]"Like I said Pap, we look after each other. Always been
like that. Always will be." [/font]
He then let out a soft chuckle, [font=comic sans ms]"You're so
cool bro. Hey, maybe you could have a themed dinner to cook for
different days of the week? Expand your cooking pallet and
all."[/font] he suggested before swiveling on his pelvis with a
grunt before sliding off the chair and made his way to the
kitchen. He then kicked a small step ladder over to the counter
near the sink and stood on the lowest step. He didn't have a
problem seeing over the counter, but when doing tasks such as
cleaning the dishes, it just made things easier to work with.
[font=comic sans ms]"Yeah, sure, sounds good."[/font] he
acknowledged and reached for whichever sudsy dishes, pans or
whatever else that had come his way and rinsed them under the
running, warm water. He found himself nodding in seeing his
brother's wound had healed - at least that was one less thing to
worry about. Truth be told, Sans never understood why, but he
always had an uneasy feeling about knives.
[font=comic sans ms]"Great, it has been a while. I've kinda
forgotten where we had put them, but the shed is a good place to
start. It'll be interesting to see if using bones as bait would
still work or not. Maybe we should ask Undyne for advice,
heh."[/font] he continued with a wink before glancing to the
side as he wiped a dish with a hand towel, [font=comic sans
ms]"If you're willing to cook that go for it, and uh, I guess
we'll just see what happens? Do you think she would feel
awkward? Would we end up sleeping with the fishes?"[/font]
The stout skeleton snorted with amusement, [font=comic sans
ms]"Speaking of, how's the training with Undyne going?"[/font]
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: guest96 Date: August 31, 2017, 3:08 am
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Papyrus could tell that the topic was a sore one for his sibling
-- though he was grateful for the reassurance of his sibling
always being there for him -- so he opted to put on a cheerful
grin for Sans, posture taking a more familiar one of confidence
with his sternum held high. “[font=papyrus]Of course we will,
Sans. We shall be the best brothers there are forever![/font]”
There’s still the faintest bit of dimness in his eyes to bely
his confident speech, but the full belief in those words for the
most part rang true in his amber ringed pupils, partly obscured
beneath briefly closed eye sockets.
“[font=papyrus]Ooooh,[/font]” the aspiring chef cooed at the
idea of a different theme for each of their weekly dinners.
“[font=papyrus]That sounds like a wonderful idea,
brother![/font]” His grin and excitement were completely genuine
at this point as the notion got latched onto for further
contemplation. “[font=papyrus]You’ll have to tell me if you’ve
any special requests for me to make.[/font]”
The taller skeleton smiled at his vertically challenged fellow
while they washed the dishes together with surprisingly
efficiency, the tandem work clearly paying off in the time
savings department. “[font=papyrus]Thank you so much for helping
me, Sans. You’re doing a great job.[/font]” The faintest touch
of lavender threaded through the amber pupils with the strong
sense of brotherly love beating in his chest as Papyrus finished
the last of the washing and moved to pull out two drying towels.
He set one lightly over the edge of the drying rack while Sans
finished rinsing the last of the dishes off, starting to dry the
first dishes they’d washed and put them away as he went.
“[font=papyrus]I am fairly confident they are there, at
least.[/font]” Dishes clinked softly as he stacked the dried
bowls in place. “[font=papyrus]Ask Undyne…?[/font]” The
insinuation took a moment for Papyrus to catch, but he turned
about once he did, balled hands on hips as he scowled at his
sibling. “[font=papyrus]Sans, I am not trying to catch Undyne
with my bones! I just give her so many because she likes them
and she is a very great friend, after all! Tch.[/font]” He
picked up a skillet to start drying, though the motion was a bit
more agitated than before. “[font=papyrus]Well, I guess I
shouldn’t plan to cook anything until we catch it. And if you
insist on sleeping with the fish, Sans, I hope you’ll at least
wash your clothes while you’re underwater.[/font]”
The question about Undyne’s training earned a thoughtful pause
from the guard neophyte. “[font=papyrus]I haven’t had a chance
to train with her lately given all the… goings on.[/font]” The
skillet clattered softly as it was hung up among the others
along the ceiling. “[font=papyrus]But to make up for it I’ve
been doing extra patrols and working with some of the other
guards when I can.[/font]”
There was an almost dejected slouch to his shoulders for a brief
moment as he took the other skillet from his sibling before
hanging it up with the rest. “[font=papyrus]B-but, I’m sure
she’ll resume my lessons soon![/font]” The gloomy thought that
the head of the Royal Guard might not resume his training
because he wasn’t good enough was promptly shoved out of his
skull. “[font=papyrus]Come on, Sans, let’s get the fishing gear
together and go to Waterfall.[/font]”
Standing tall again, he strutted out of the kitchen to fetch
some socks and a jacket from his room -- also taking the time to
make his bed, since its unkempt state bothered him -- before
coming downstairs to put the additional clothing on, along with
a pair of lace up boots the color of deerskin.
“[font=papyrus]You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you
Sans?[/font]” he asked as he moved to the front door to go out
to their shed. “[font=papyrus]I’m going outside now.[/font]”
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Re: We've Got Some Ketchup To Do!
By: Sans Date: August 31, 2017, 7:52 am
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Sans' smile seemed to have broadened a fraction, not that he had
any doubts, but it was nice to hear his brother agree with him.
He had started the drying of the dishes part now, polishing the
bowls, mugs and so on with a dry towel until an audible
squeaking could be heard in the process. Soft scraping of bony
fingers against ceramics and metal could be heard as he gently
placed them in the cupboards he could reach and left the ones
whose home was on the higher shelves on the bench for Papyrus to
move later. Pleased that Papyrus approved of the idea, he hummed
softly in thought, [font=comic sans ms]"Mmm. Maybe you could
help me spice up the recipe for the hotdogs I sell from time to
time? We probably could have a night to try out different kinds
and decide on which one later on. It would be pretty handy if
the change in recipe made it easier to stack them too, heh.
Yanno, so it's both tasty and practical." [/font]
Sans couldn't help but snicker at his brother's reply - maybe it
was because he caught on, maybe it was the absurdity or maybe he
just heard that 'wrong' all together, [font=comic sans
ms]"Afraid that scales just don't appeal to me, but don'cha
think I would be a little 'washed up' if I tried that though?
I'm not sure if the fish would like me doing my laundry where
they live."[/font]
The pause didn't go unnoticed by the ever watchful eye of the
blue-clad skeleton and the lights stayed on Papyrus as he spoke
despite facing the wall of the kitchen in front of them. Seeing
Papyrus the slightest bit discouraged was already proving a
challenge for Sans to witness, [font=comic sans ms]"I think she
would appreciate what you've done Pap, don't worry. She's just
been real busy. I mean, she does have to manage a number of
different platoons and do whatever it is Asgore has been asking
of her lately. She'll make time for you soon enough, just you
wait."[/font] he said rather optimistically, a little more than
usually heard in his often calm or drawling tone.
As Papyrus made he way out of the kitchen - doing whatever Sans
presumed to be preparation for going out for the day, stood on
the footstool in contemplated thought. His grin quickly growing
false as he frowned, as if mentally debating with himself. He
was, however, quickly snapped out of it when he heard his
sibling accuse him of falling asleep again, [font=comic sans
ms]"Uh, no bro, be right there."[/font]
And so he was. The skeleton had vanished in an instant and
reappeared inside the dimly lit shed. It was still rather roomy
with the wooden fence whose gaps were wide enough for anyone to
walk through, the abandoned dog bowl, mat and bone left almost
forgotten on the floor. A musky smell was also present, along
with a fine layer of dust; indicating that no one may not have
been in here for a while - for several weeks at the very least.
[font=comic sans ms]"Uhh..."[/font] the skeleton murmured as he
scratched the back of his skull in bewilderment, a little
confused at first before finally finding the gear they were
after hidden away in a corner.
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