I stared dumbfounded at the blue hoodie that now lay limp in my hands.
Will he come back for these?
After pondering both aloud and inside of my own head, I decided to just wash them and return them in the morning because it was becoming increasingly obvious that Sans was not teleporting back for them.
So, the alcohol drenched hoodie, basketball shorts, white socks, and light blue boxers with little white bone patterns were thrown into the washer at 3:00 in the morning.
The load was finished at 5 A.M. (I never went back to bed), and folded neatly on the kitchen counter top.
Then, after eating a light breakfast and getting changed into outdoor clothing, I took the liberty of walking over to their two story home.
Papyrus, as per usual, was up for his morning (marathon) run.
He waved me over once he saw me and gave his usual "GREETINGS HUMAN!" Before asking what I was doing with his brother's clothing.
"Your brother teleported into my closet last night," I started with an amused grin,
"Then, he very drunkenly told me that he could "shortcut" out of his clothing and proceeded to do just that."
Poor papyrus got a look of absolute horror on his face and whispered, "Not Again."
The again portion caught my attention.
I quirked a brow,
"What do you mean by 'again'?"
Papyrus suddenly got a sheepish and embarrassed look on his skull and murmured, "Promise Not To Tell Him That I Told You, But This Is Not The First Time My Brother Has Done Something Like This."
He took the clothing and continued his story with a solemn look.
"He Works So Hard To Provide For Just The Two Of Us. It's Very Stressful; Not Even My Excellent Cooking Can Keep Him From Going Out To Grillby's Most Days."
At my questioning stare, he elaborated, "Grillby's Is A Monster Run Establishment That Serves Greasy Food And Alcohol Of Both The Human And Monster Variety."
As we were speaking, the door to the house creaked open and there was a very hungover looking Sans in a bright pink bathrobe.
He paled when he saw me, his eye lights widening in barely hidden panic.
"Hey Sans!" I called to him, "How are you feeling right now?"
"... not the best," he responded slowly, "you?"
"I am feeling awake, thank you for asking."
I gave him my most sincere smile and told him that his clothing had been washed 'Sans' slippers.
Papyrus adopted a look of mock betrayal before shouting, "NYOOOHOHO, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS HUMAN!"
Sans, on the other hand, grinned at the exchange before saying, "important dis-clothes-sion aside, I didn't scare you too badly, did I?"
Before I could respond, a loud NYEGH sounded from behind me and the folded clothing was tossed into San's face.
"THAT'S IT!," Papyrus shouted, "I AM DONE WITH THIS TOMFOOLERY! GOODBYE!"
And he promptly ran off, scarf billowing in his wake.
After my laughter died down, I looked towards where Sans was still standing in the doorway and answered his question.
"I was more amused than scared," I said with a chuckle, "I know what that's like; being sloppy drunk that is."
His facial features sagged with relief and he murmured his thanks before shutting himself back into his house.
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