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Sans ~ Distractions

You've been at your desk all day, working out issues and signing things for Dohbar. Kwol had once again let things slide until you had to step in and deal with them. Important laws and orders, renewals of treaties, new agreements, they'd all been neglected. Of course you know he leads the army, and you understand that training and leading the army took lots of time, but in times of peace, like your planet has been in since even before he took over command, there is more than enough time to do some paperwork.

"You're so dead when I come home next," you mumble to yourself, hoping that Kwol senses your annoyance with him. A few moments later, there's a gentle knock on the door, and without looking up you wave a hand and open it.

"I sensed that you were annoyed," your commander says from the doorway. You just huff, scrolling on your datapad as your eyes read the information.

"You said you'd be done by now," he presses, moving to stand over your shoulder.

"I didn't realize how much of his duties Kwol had decided to neglect," you retort, waving your datapad briefly in his direction.

"Hey, I'm not Kwol, don't get snippy with me," Sans jokes, but all he gets from you is a deep exhale as you sign another document. He watches you for a second before his eyes sparkle with mischief, and he moves around to sit on the front of your desk, his back to you.

"You know," he starts, pretending to look around the room, "you need more decorations in here. I think a nice shirtless pinup of me flexing would look great right over there." He waits for your reaction, but when he doesn't get one he turns and looks at you. You only briefly draw your eyes away from your screen to give him an eye roll. Your disinterest, however, doesn't stop him from his teasing, it only urges him on.

"I may not be much of a gambler, but I'd say the chances of me taking you home tonight are pretty high."

"Was that supposed to be good?"

"No, it was just supposed to get your attention," he teases. "It seems to have worked." You shake your head briefly, ignoring the way Sans is smirking at you.

"So, any attractive people stop by and give you a visit today?"

"Nope. Only one very annoying womp rat that wouldn't let me focus."

"Ouch. I'm at least worthy of being called a rancor. You know, big, strong, powerful-"

"A pain in my ass," you add, raising a brow briefly as you look up at him. He just chuckles, ignoring your little insults as he knows you're just messing around, despite your tone. He's silent for a few more minutes, but doesn't stop in his little distractions. As he sits on your desk, he picks up random things, examining them and sometimes briefly playing with them, or reading them, before placing them somewhere else.

"If you're going to touch my stuff, put it back where you got it," you say as you sign against an unnecessary law.

"What happened to that picture I gave you?" Sans asks as he looks around. "The one of me laying shirtless in the pile of flowers?"

"Bottom left drawer," you respond, briefly waving your hand to open it. Sans peers into it and laughs, taking it out and setting it on one of your shelves. You take a brief moment to readjust in your seat, stretching your arms out before resting your elbows on your desk. The glow of the datapad blurs in your hand for a second before you shake away the tiredness. Sans wanders back over then, again sitting on your desk, but this time laying back, and you move your arms to rest on his chest as his head rests near the edge.

"Your nose looks cute from this angle," he comments, and you subconsciously scrunch it as his words.

"You like looking up inside it?"