That Special Kind of Love

Chapter 14

So real quick, I ate 2 burgers, 4 chicken nuggets, and 1 1/2 things of fries. I'm still hungry. I hope I'm not growing anymore right meow. Anyways.

Sans gives out a small laugh, and I punch his shoulder. "Look! It's a real problem!" I say.

"How is it a problem?" He asks, laughing again.

"Because I lied! I HATE LYING! It makes me feel horrible." I mutter with a pout.

"Well, you'll have to live with it." He says, running his fingers through my hair.

I groan, and hear shuffling to my left. I look over and see Frisk standing up and walking over to the stairs. She turns, signs something quickly, and goes upstairs. I wasn't able to read what she signed, but I heard something that made me wanna punch a person.

"FUHUHUHUHUHHUHUHUHUHUHU! WHAT DID YOU SAY BEFORE KATRINA? THAT MY SHIP WILL SINK AND BURN?" Undyne comes around the couch and grins at the two of us. "BECAUSE I SEE THAT THAT STATEMENT IS COMPLETELY FALSE!" She yells.

"I doesn't have to be." I mutter, moving so one of my ears in pressed against Sans's coat. "The ship has to sail before it can crash and burn. So, yes, your ship has sailed, but give it a few days and it will sink."

"It's okay." Sans says. "I'm buoyant."

"You might be buoyant, but at some point you'll sink."

"No need to be so shallow about it."

"I think you're digging to deep into my words." I grin up at him.

I hear Undyne groan, and walk away. "Whale, that got under her scales." Sans smiles.

"Think we went too far?" I ask before stretching out my legs.

"Probably." Sans replies, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you this." I say, suddenly remembering something. "You're very horrible at hiding you like someone. You know that?" I wink up at him. "It looks like I got under your skin."

"I don't have skin, lady." Sans retorts.

"You have a very thin lining of skin on every bone. *AUTHOR IS MAKING THINGS UP! DUN MIND HER!* So, yes. You do have skin." I say, trailing my hand over his radius.

"No we don't." Sans says with a small shiver.

"You're right. I was making that up." I grin up at him.

He rolls his eyes and I grin, yawning loudly. "Tired?" He asks.

"Bone-tired." I wink.

"Mhmm." He says, pressing his teeth to my forehead.

"So, I need to get to my room." I say, punctuating the words with a poke to the ribs. "That awkwardly kinky shit needs to happen." I poke his sternum. "And then I can sleep." I mutter.

"Or, we could just stay here and sleep." Sans says, his eye-sockets closing.

"You know just as much as I do that that cannot happen." I say sternly, before sitting up.

"Buttttttttttttttttttt~" Sans whines.

"Fine. Fine." I mutter, standing and stretching. "You can stay here. I'll figure out a way to tie myself up." I start to make my way to the stairs.

I get to the first step, and turn around, raising an eyebrow at Sans, who's still just sitting on the couch. I sigh and go up the first few stairs before a voice stops me. "Hey."

"Waz up, buttercup?" I ask, turning to look at Sans.

"Come 'ere."

"If I go over there I'm just going to have to come all the way back over here. Just talk to me from this distance, Chirst." I say, sitting down on the steps.