Ceroba opens her eyes, looks to her left and checks the clock.
*IT’S 11 IN THE MORNING!??
Ceroba rests her hand on her head.
*Goddamn, my head hurts. I guess I must’ve drank too much again last night. Normally I pass out at the Saloon, how did I end up back here?
Ceroba gets out of her bed, fixes her hair cause its a mess, and makes her bed.
*I really need to stop drinking so much.
Ceroba sighs. She opens her door and begins to walk down the hallway, when she is greeted by a skeleton in a blue hoodie sitting at her kotatsu, eating alphabet soup. It’s a kotatsu right? I don’t know, man.
*What the hell…?
Ceroba:”Hey. Skeleton. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Sans:”uh… eating alphabet soup?”
Ceroba:”I see that. Why are you in my goddamn house?”
Sans:”’cause… you let me stay the night?”
Ceroba:”Huh?”
Sans:”oh. did you forget? i kinda walked you home last night since you were like, wasted.”
*Now that I think about it… I slightly remember a skeleton.
Ceroba:”Well, you stay put, little skeleton man. I need some pain relievers.”
Ceroba walks to the kitchen, pours herself some water, grabs a bottle of pain relievers from the cabinet and takes two. She then also chugs the water bottle.
*So much better.
Ceroba walks back over to Sans, who somehow already finished his entire bowl of alphabet soup.
*I should probably thank him, I mean, I’m glad I didn’t pass out at the Saloon again. It’s always so embarrassing when Dina has to shoo me out in the morning because she doesn’t want me scaring customers.
Ceroba:”Hey… you… uh… what's your name?”
Sans:”...this is the fourth time.”
Sans sighs.
Sans:”i’m sans. sans the skeleton.”
Ceroba:”Sans, I deeply apologize that you had to deal with me when I was in a state like that. I’m sorry that you had to do all that for me.”
Sans:”seriously, i barely did anything. all i did was like, pay for your drinks and stuff.”
Ceroba:”You paid for my drinks?”
Ceroba immediately pulls out her wallet to pay Sans back.
Sans:”woah, slow it down, you don’t need to pay me back.”
Sans:”...well… actually…”
Sans:”i’m on vacation, and y’know, if i could spend the next week here, it’d be pretty useful.”
Ceroba:”That’s not too big of an ask. You know I could just give you like 1000g and you could rent for like 3 months at a nearby hotel.”
Sans:”hotels suck. also, that’s way too much work.”
*Holy hell, is this guy humble.
Ceroba:”Well, at least let me cook you breakfast?”
Sans:”already ate. but if you do cook something, i might have some later.”
Ceroba:”Let me do something!!”
Sans:”well, i mean, you got any ketchup?”
Ceroba:”I-I, what? I mean I do, but I'm pretty sure it's like a couple yea… and you’re already chugging it.”
Sans:”couldn’t resist.”
Ceroba:”All you want is to spend a week here, and, eugh, drink 4 year-old ketchup?”
Sans:”yeah, i guess.”
*Is this dude alright? I'm incredibly rich. I could give him enough money to buy all the ketchup and alphabet soup and whatever other stuff this guy wants, but he declines?
Sans:”so… uh, is that a ‘yeah you can stay here’ or a ‘no you can’t stay here?’”
Ceroba:”Honestly, I don’t really care. You can stay. I’m gonna get some rest though, because goddamn I feel horrible.”
Sans:”rest your bones, it's good for you.”
Ceroba chuckles.
Ceroba:”Alright little weird funny guy, I’ll see you when I wake up.”
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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.
