You quietly closed the door after you get in, locking it. You ring a bell that lets Sans and anyone else know that your home. Being selectively mute is hard. Despite your cheery false attitude, you can't seem to put a smile on your face no matter what you try. It's only a worried disposition.
You turn to the wall and hang up your keys. After you just put your head on the wall, enjoying the coolness and trying to calm down. Someone's arms wrap around you.
"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart?" The deep voice of Sans asks. He lays his head on your shoulder. You can feel the hum of his soul against your back. it's a deep thrumming that coats you in his magic as he attempts to calm you down. You push it away subconsciously with your worry. He leads you to the couch and pulls into his lap.
"You can tell me what's wrong," He purrs.
You bring your hands up and sign 'Rough day at work. People don't really like that I use sign language. It wears down a person.'
He sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Hmm. Humans are so picky about what they call perfect. You should get a job with monsters. They may be cruel but they don't discriminate that much," he suggests.
'But the job I have pays good money. We need the money. We need it to pay the rent, pay for the car, pay for the hot wa-'
He grabs your hands and pulls them to you chest. He pulls out your soul.
"You see that. You see how stressed it is. That's you. That isn't healthy. Stop worrying. I have a job too you know. I want you to take tommorow off. I will too and we can just relax for the day and destress," He instructs.
He slowly pushes the bright (Soul color) back in.
'I can't take the day off! we have to pay rent tommorow! taxes are in a week! we need the money' you sign, not wanting to lose this argument.
You lose all thoughts as Sans starts to massage your shoulders. He gently moves his thumbs in circles around your shoulder blades. You sigh apreciatively. He increases the pressure. You lean your head up and kiss his chin.
'I'll take the day off tommorow' you sign.
He sighs in your ear and moves his hands to your biceps and rubs and squeezes them in a sort of massage. You turn around in his lap and hug him.
"Thank you," you mutter in his ear in a painfully unused voice.
You don't see it but Sans jaw drops and his sharp teeth separate for mear seconds before he hugs you back. He thinks your voice is amazing, even if it's dry and cracks a lot. He continues to rub your back. He then pulls your soul out. You shudder and relax even further when he presses his hand against it. A deep relaxing feeling fills your body. He strokes it and you purr as your eyes droop. He's using magic on your soul and it feels so amazing. You shrug against his form and he leans back so your both laying down. Your on top of him as he rubs your soul gently. You sigh and let yourself fall into deep relaxing sleep. Sans chuckles and puts your soul back as you sleep. your soul refuses and presses against his hand. He rubs it again until your sleep evenly and the little heart droops in his hand.
