Let Me Run

Misunderstanding {49}

"Yes, I can be." You agree and look forwards, "But you can be scary too."

"What? No." Sans huffs and looks forwards again, "... Okay, maybe sometimes."

"Wow, letting your guard down so easily, Sans. Have some self confidence." You tease with a smile. Sans look towards you and grinned a little.

"Since when did you get so cocky?" He asked.

"Ever since you started abandoning me."

Burn.

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"(Y/N)!" Sans called, sounding irritated. You weren't too sure why, but it sounded like so. Just great...

"Yeah!?" You called back from your room. You were simply laying out on your bed. You had nothing planned today, so you decided to just lie in bed all day.

"Your dog's here!" Sans yelled again.

You glanced over at Ivy who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She seemed to be getting better, but she was still exhausted. As you get up and make your way to the door you hear a knock. You stop in place and open up the door to see Obi with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, "Whoa, something wrong?" You laugh quietly.

"Yes." Obi inhales and exhales slowly, "Sans won't talk to me. I'm trying to tell him something important... Do you mind helping me out?"

You groan and walk out of your room and into the living room. Oddly enough Sans is standing on the couch. Not sitting, standing. You couldn't quite tell what he was doing... What was he doing? "Sans! Obi's trying to talk to you... and um.. What are you doing?"

Sans looks towards you and slightly bounces on the couch, "I was bored."

"Okay, um, can you please talk to Obi?" You asked nicely, "He said it's important."

"Nope, sorry, Phoebe's coming over." Sans shrugs and looks towards the door as it opens, revealing the avian-like girl. He turns and jumps over the back of the couch and over to her.

Obi suddenly looks uneasy. His ears flatten and he furrows his eyebrows.

Phoebe and Sans greet one another and she makes her way to the couch with him. The two completely ignore you, but you weren't letting that happen. Not again! "Sans." You stood in front of him, "A word, please?" You asked.

"...Sure." Sans mumbled and looked over at Phoebe, "Just a minute." He murmurs and stands up. You grab his arm and drag him over to the hallway and into your room, shutting the door behind you.

"Listen here mister, Obi asked nicely to talk to you and as did I," You wave a finger at him, making him lean back a little, "you're acting so childish! Act your age! You're, what, nineteen?"

"Well technically I'm eighteen and a hal--"

"Don't get cocky!"

Sans falls silent, waiting for you to finish your rant.

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*outside of the room, shit goes down :D*
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Obi stands off to the side, completely ignoring the person sitting on the couch. Phoebe's making him nervous by mouthing things and gestures that are unsettling.

Flirting. She was flirting.

Obi flinched a little when he noticed her get up from the couch. The wings on her back fluttered subtly as she made her way towards him.

"You're so adorable when you're nervous..." She whispers, trailing a finger from his shoulder to his neck with a sly smirk.

Obi jerked away from her touch with a frown, "Stop it." He orders, "You're being repulsive and you're not acknowledging my personal space."