Meeting Walker Duncan Gaster

Brother's First Outing

You and Walker were the first up. You tried to keep to breakfast for the family, but Dings was being distracting... "What are you doing?" His hands took the frying pan away while he tugged you away by your waste. "I'm stopping you. As much as I appreciate your cooking, I want to try a restaurant. You, me and the boys." You regarded him curiously. "A restaurant? For breakfast? You ready to face people? Are your sons ready to face people?" You leaned into him. "We may as well. We are stuck here, and I have you... plus I don't want Papyrus to be put out because you already made breakfast." Oh, that made sense, he seemed large into the cooking thing. "Very well. It gives them a chance to learn their public identities." You agreed for your lovers sake. "Thank you [Y/N] dearest..." He nestled into your neck where you both sat for a quiet minute before someone cleared their throat. "FATHER, IF YOU COULD NOT CANOODLE WITH THE HUMAN IN THE KITCHEN DURING COOKING HOURS, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" You and Walker both sputtered and parted. "W-we weren't- it was just a hug!" Pat tilted his head curious. "HUGGING?"

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As much as you hated to throw Walker to the wolves, you let him justify your small cuddle/hug thing. You got changed out of your pajamas and into something suitable to go out in, a plain [F/C] shirt and some black jeans, a nice pair of sneakers, and a necklace. You took care of your hair and teeth before heading out and almost bumping into Sam. "don't you look all fancy. taking my dad out on a date?" He asked, quirking a brow with the most tired of expressions. Seriously, was this guy ok? "Wh-wha- no! Is it that obvious that we-"
"kinda is, yeah. whatcha doing if you're not doing mushy love stuff?" How dare he call you out- "Walker suggested going out for breakfast. I wanted to look nice..." He gave a small. "no harm in that. bet he'll think you're cute." He walked by with his hands in his jacket pockets. You followed him back out to the other two. "welp i'm ready if everyone else is." Pat shook his head immediately. "USE THAT STUPID COMB FOR SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE AND COMB YOUR HAIR-" Why did a Skeleton have a comb?

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Sam and Pat took in the sights as you drove them through the city and to a breakfast place you knew of. You'd been there a few times when you were younger. Hopefully, your Skeleton company would enjoy it as much as you had with your parents. "Table for four, please." You requested upon getting inside. "Table or booth?" Came the usual question for places like this. "Booth if you would." Walker requested. Humans stared at the skeleton brothers to which Pat started to get uncomfortable at the attention he'd usually enjoy... You fell back, walking beside him as you stared down the crowd, well, tried to. Some looked away at least. "We are almost there, Pat..." You patted his shoulder and had him face forward. Walker smiled while Sam flanked his brother's other side. You were all happy when you were finally seated. The boys took the inside of the booths while you and Walker blocked them from judgmental stares. Walker was getting them too, but he expertly ignored them as if they were lowly bugs. Whatever worked for him, you supposed. "Let's order then, hm?" Sam shrugged. "sounds good to me." He took menus for Pat and himself as the outing finally began.