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I close my eyes for a moment. And before I know it, Papyrus is already complaining about our choice of restaurant, "Y/N! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOU TO YOUR VERY BEING, BUT DARE I SAY? (HMM HOW DO I PUT THIS LIGHTLY?) YOU HAVE TERRIBLE TASTE." I snort a giggle while Papyrus inspects the floorboards.
As Papyrus slightly lifts his leg up and down to test the creakiness, the warmth of Grillby's and its patrons that inhabit it drift me into thought. The atmosphere welcomes me with a sense of belonging; with a sense of home.
The soft, cozy lighting further relaxes me, inviting me into a deeper trail of thought. The once chattery restaurant that sounded like background noise, now just sounds like dogs playing poker, a bunny in the corner talking to herself after one to many drinks, the horse trying to choose songs from the jukebox even though they just play the same song, and the stoic yet stable bartender that manages to keep everything afloat, Grillby himself. I should really ask him how he does it. It would be great to know how to communicate without talking!
Yet despite there being a full house, I feel safe and protected. It's crazy how monsters, monsters, make me feel the safest I ever have. It's also crazy how I'm surrounded by people- no monsters- NO--FAMILY! Family who return the same love I give them. I smile at the thought.
Speaking of which, a certain friendly, and yet clearly irritated skeleton, sighs reluctantly as he reminds me we should probably take a seat. We walk through, the smell of greasy fries taunting my already hungry stomach as I greet everyone. I spot an open cherry red booth by one of the windows (which surprisingly look new despite their age).
Papyrus scans his side of the booth, wiping the non-existent dust particles before carefully taking a seat. I naturally plop onto mine. I frown, pouting silently to myself when saliva builds up in my mouth and I take a deep inhale as the smell of the fries still lingers around my nose. As we settle in I notice Papyrus is also wearing a frown on his face but not for the same reason as mine.
"WHY ARE WE HERE AGAIN?" He crosses his arms, his frown deepening. "THIS PLACE DOES NOT MEET ANY OF MY STANDARDS. WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME HERE?"
"Because you agreed to?" I grin, resting my chin in my hand.
"WHAT? WHEN HAVE I EVER AGREED TO COMING TO THIS GREASE DUMP?"
"........earlier today? Didn't you say you wanted to try out different food and not eat spaghetti?"
"YES. BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN I WAS DESPERATE. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE TAKEN ME TO METTATON'S RESTAURANT INSTEAD OF THIS!" He flamboyantly gestures to the diner with his hand.
Or what he thought was the diner....
"Hey Grillbz," I casually wave, offering a friendly smile.
Papyrus's hand awkwardly hit the hot elemental's chest. He freezes for a moment before quickly retracting his arm back, apologizing. Grillby doesn't seem bothered.
He looks at me, asking for my order, "...........................................................what would you like?"
"I'll have the usual,"
Grillby jotts my order down into his fireproof notepad. He turns to Papyrus, "...................................................................and what would you like, Papyrus?"
Papyrus sends me an obvious look of disorientation. Widening his eyes that only miraculously appear when he's in a state of confusion. Slight panic masks his face as he awkwardly remains silent. I quickly take initiative to try and ease his uncertainty.
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