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☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 62-66
Published: November 30th 2024, 6:31:19 am
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Frisk nodded, unsure of what to say to that and maybe talking about it wasn’t the best option either. Sure he seemed pretty at peace with his failed attempts but she was alone with him in his house so maybe they should change the subject.
“So um...how’s Papyrus doing? I haven’t seen that guy in a while.” Frisk offered what she hoped was a joking smile. “He still fixing our park?”
Sans scoffed and rolled the lights in his eyes. “Yeah, he’s still gonna do it so tell yer neighbors we ain’t liars. The weather’s just been too cold fer our workers and while they’re used to cold weather in Fell City, this type of cold is somethin’ even they would struggle with. We’ll get started wit’ it when the temperature gets a little warmer.”
Oh , Frisk thought. That makes sense .
“So where’s he now?”
Sans cracked his knuckles. “He’s in Fell City wit’ my older brother.”
Frisk’s eyes widened. “You have another brother?!”
Sans nodded. “Oh yeah, and trust me he’s a bit of control freak. Everything is time and schedules wit’ that guy. Never relaxes enough to smell the roses-”
Frisk jumped as a loud ding was heard. Sans stood up. “Kitchen timer,” he explained. “Was makin’ some hot chocolate before you came in. I’ll make you a cup so you warm up faster.”
I’ll watch you make it, Frisk thought as she nodded her head and stood up, following him into the kitchen. If she saw him mix one thing that wasn’t...innocent looking Frisk was gonna bail on him and run for the door. But as they entered the large and extravagant looking kitchen, everything Sans did seemed normal.
The saucepan was on the low-simmering stovetop, all the cocoa powder at this point dissolved into the boiling water. Sans gave the liquid a few more stirs with a spoon before he grabbed two mugs and poured the cocoa into the cups without spilling a drop.
And if he noticed Frisk’s constant surveillance of him, he acted like he didn’t.
Hot chocolate and easy conversations, Frisk thought as he handed her her cup. It felt so warm and lovely against her frostbitten hands. Maybe if he didn’t do the shit he did two week ago, I might actually be charmed enough to go out with him.
“Marshmallows?” Sans said and held a small bowl of the puffy white things up to her. Without thinking, Frisk grabbed five of them and plopped them into her drink and quietly they both went back into the warm living room.
“Now where was I…” Sans muttered before he took a sip of his cocoa. Frisk quickly followed and took a sip of her own drink. It tasted like a good cup of cocoa.
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Frisk nodded, unsure of what to say to that and maybe talking about it wasn’t the best option either. Sure he seemed pretty at peace with his failed attempts but she was alone with him in his house so maybe they should change the subject.
“So um...how’s Papyrus doing? I haven’t seen that guy in a while.” Frisk offered what she hoped was a joking smile. “He still fixing our park?”
Sans scoffed and rolled the lights in his eyes. “Yeah, he’s still gonna do it so tell yer neighbors we ain’t liars. The weather’s just been too cold fer our workers and while they’re used to cold weather in Fell City, this type of cold is somethin’ even they would struggle with. We’ll get started wit’ it when the temperature gets a little warmer.”
Oh , Frisk thought. That makes sense .
“So where’s he now?”
Sans cracked his knuckles. “He’s in Fell City wit’ my older brother.”
Frisk’s eyes widened. “You have another brother?!”
Sans nodded. “Oh yeah, and trust me he’s a bit of control freak. Everything is time and schedules wit’ that guy. Never relaxes enough to smell the roses-”
Frisk jumped as a loud ding was heard. Sans stood up. “Kitchen timer,” he explained. “Was makin’ some hot chocolate before you came in. I’ll make you a cup so you warm up faster.”
I’ll watch you make it, Frisk thought as she nodded her head and stood up, following him into the kitchen. If she saw him mix one thing that wasn’t...innocent looking Frisk was gonna bail on him and run for the door. But as they entered the large and extravagant looking kitchen, everything Sans did seemed normal.
The saucepan was on the low-simmering stovetop, all the cocoa powder at this point dissolved into the boiling water. Sans gave the liquid a few more stirs with a spoon before he grabbed two mugs and poured the cocoa into the cups without spilling a drop.
And if he noticed Frisk’s constant surveillance of him, he acted like he didn’t.
Hot chocolate and easy conversations, Frisk thought as he handed her her cup. It felt so warm and lovely against her frostbitten hands. Maybe if he didn’t do the shit he did two week ago, I might actually be charmed enough to go out with him.
“Marshmallows?” Sans said and held a small bowl of the puffy white things up to her. Without thinking, Frisk grabbed five of them and plopped them into her drink and quietly they both went back into the warm living room.
“Now where was I…” Sans muttered before he took a sip of his cocoa. Frisk quickly followed and took a sip of her own drink. It tasted like a good cup of cocoa.