Ceroba, just the slightest bit more sober, sees Sans open his wallet.
*Maybe I shouldn’t have leht him pay.
Ceroba:”T-Thanks, fur, uh, paiying.”
Sans:”its no biggie, don’t praise me over it.”
*He’s lhying.
Sans tries to make small talk.
Sans:”so, what’s this place like? i’m on vacation here.”
Ceroba:”Is very warm, and tehres, a sheriff.”
Sans:”whole lotta useful information.”
Ceroba:”Shutshhh up…”
Sans:”fine. so how far is your house?”
Ceroba:”Dohn’t tell me yur alreddy tired of walking.”
Sans:”...maybe.”
Ceroba chuckles.
Ceroba:”Iths not too far.”
Sans:”when we get there, you’re drinking some water.”
Ceroba:”Awhhh mann…”
Sans chuckles at Ceroba.
Sans:”thats a good thing.”
*Guh… he’s right, i dooh need shome wahter.
Ceroba:”I fink my house is juhst up hear.”
Sans:”finally.”
Ceroba pats Sans on the head.
Sans:”please don’t do that.”
Ceroba:”shorry.”
*Oh, is thaht my house?
Ceroba:”S-S… uh, whats your name…?”
Sans:”you already forgot? im sans. sans the… well you already know i’m a skeleton.”
Ceroba:”Sahns, my houws is just ahead.”
Sans:”oh. i can’t really see well out here.”
*I feel bahd dragging tihs poor guy out hear ‘cause im drunk, maybee I shoold’ve walked home on my own. Ahnd he paiyed for my drinks too.
Ceroba and Sans walk up to the front door of Ceroba’s house, Sans leans against the wall, tired.
Ceroba:”Hey, i’hm sorry you hahd to go out of yur way to do thihs. I’m not exahctly sure how to repaiy you, buh hopefully my thanks are enouf.”
Sans:”its no biggie…”
Sans stares off into space for a few moments.
Sans:”well… actually… can i crash at your place for the night?”
Ceroba:”Uh… shure.. i guess you can shleep in the guest bedrum.”
For some reason, in this universe, Ceroba still lives in the Ketsukane Estate. Don’t think about it. Oh. And theres also a guest bedroom. Once again, don’t think about it.
Sans:”that’s fine with me. i’ll consider that 300g fully repaid once i get a nap.”
Sans steps into the Ketsukane Estate, the wooden floorboards creaking against his slippers. Sans takes off his slippers pretty fast, though, because there was a lot of sand in them. Ceroba leads him to the guest bedroom.
*I shure hope this room isn a mess… its beehn a long while sinse its beehn used.
Ceroba opens the door.
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Foxes And Bones
FanfictionSans goes on a "well-earned vacation" from the royal guard. He meets a drunken, crybaby loser in the Dunes' saloon.
