Us. {papyton}

Chapter 4

The next morning, business wasn't any better than usual, except for one thing.

Around noon Mettaton walked in, looking glamorous in shades, a headscarf and bold red lipstick. "Hello?" He looked around. "Is anyone even here?"

Papyrus came shuffling out of the backroon, where he was taking inventory. "Ah, hello! Mettaton, was it?"

A brilliant smile formed on Mettatons red lips. He took a seat at the bar. "Indeed. Papyrus, correct?"

"Correct. What brings you to our great shop?" Papyrus replied, bursting with enthusiasm to see his new friend.

"Just thought I'd pop in and get a cup." He glanced back at the empty resteraunt. "It is open, right?"

"Oh, yes, it's open! We just have been a little slow lately." Papyrus placed a plain cup of coffee in front of Mettaton, a small dollop of whipped cream on top.

Mettaton wordlessly drank it, and his face reflected the taste.

"Oh my....This coffee is fantastic! For something so plain, it's full of such flavor!" He drained the cup.

Papyrus laughed good-naturedly. "Why, thank you! We do our pride our drinks here."

"I'll say!" Mettaton had an idea. "Listen, Papy--can I call you that?--why don't we go out somewhere, just the two of us, and talk about our respective businesses? Say, dinner?~"

He stood up, preparing to leave, but waiting for Papyrus's response.

"That's sound wonderful! Meet me at the shop around 7 tonight, I have a great resteraunt to show you!"

Mettatons laugh in response was so charming, Papyrus's heart fluttered unknowingly. "I'd love that."

Mettaton turned around to leave, when at that exact moment Frisk came skipping out of the backroom. They placed their hand on the table and opened and closed their palm.

Mettaton just giggled again and placed a 10 dollar bill in their palm and left the shop in a gush of cinnamon.

Papyrus was stunned at what happened. When Toriel came walking down the stairs a moment later, he looked up at her with a still bewildered expression.

"What happened?" She asked. "Did we have a customer?"

Before Papyrus could answer, Chara popped up from her hiding place under the counter. "PAPYRUS GOT A DATE!"

Asriel appeared beside her. "With the competition!" His voice wasn't quite as loud, though.

Frisk just rolled their eyes and handed Papyrus the money. Toriel looked between them, a soft smile spreading on her face. "A date? Why that's wonderful! Sans, Sans come here!" She called up the stairs.

A groggy Sans stumbled down the stairs. "Who got a date?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Papyrus did!" Toriel beamed.

"Oh, what if they got married?" Asriel said dreamily. "What if they got married and had kids and saved our business?"

"Is he rich, Papyrus? Can he give us money?" Chara cut in.

"I don't know! He's nice...His name is Mettaton." Papyrus looked down, his face bashful for the first time in a long time.

Sans froze. "Mettaton? Black hair, heavy makeup, leg leg leg Mettaton?" He stared at the door Mettaton had exited through moments earlier.

"Yes!" Papyrus said.

Everyone looked at Sans inquisitively. "He just sounded familiar, that's all..." He stuck his hands in his pockets and disappeared out the front door.

Asriel picked up a napkin and placed it on Chara's head to mimic a veil. She picked up Asriel's stuffed flower and pranced around with it, like a bride. "Mama?" Asriel spoke up. "If both people at a wedding are boys, who wears the dress?"

Toriel chuckled. "Whoever wants to wear the dress, sweetie."

"I want to wear a dress on my wedding day! With killer heels and big enough to hide chocolate in!" Chara said, still swaying around.

"Me too!" Asriel chimed in. "All big and fluffy with flowers!"

Chara grabbed Frisk's hands and made them dance with her, twisting and spinning and skipping and tripping.

Papyrus watched all the children play, with a sense of new-found hope in him.

Meanwhile, Sans had something to do.

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Asriel doesn't give a fuck about your gender roles ;)
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