(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•* "Good morning, Sweetheart" *•.

.•* "Good morning, Sweetheart" *•.
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[No one's POV]
[Le next day]

Classic slowly awoke from his deep sleep, his mind feeling clouded. He moved to sit up, but stopped when he realized an arm was wrapped around him and someone had rested their face in he crook of his neck. He laid back down and glanced over to see the one and only Dust. Quickly, Classic's mind cleared as he remembered the late night events. The warmth of Dust, along side with him just being adorable while he laid peacefully helped aid in clearing his head. Classic carefully moved away from Dust, sliding off the bed. Even if he loved laying next to Dust and feeling his warmth, he wanted to do something special for the skeleton, which meant waking up early to do it. Classic lean over Dust and have him a small peck on the forehead before silently heading out of the room.

[A little bit later..]
[Dust's POV]
I groaned as I was pulled away from my peaceful slumber. I attempted to tighten my grip on Classic to pull him closer, feeling a cold breeze and longing for the warmth he generated. My eyes shot open, realizing I wasn't pulling Classic closer but thin air. I sat up quickly, my eyes darting around the room.
'SHIT! Where is he?'
I stumbled out of bed in a mild panic, I clumsily ran into the door. I groaned and swung the door open, running over and grabbed onto the railing and looked down to the living room. I didn't see Classic in the living room but heard noises coming from the kitchen. I lazily teleported at the doorway of the kitchen. I froze at the sight I saw next...
Classic stood in front of the stove, cooking something that smelled pleasantly sweet. Classic seemed to notice my presence because he turned around and smiled warmly, "Good morning, Sweetheart."
It took me a little bit to respond,
"Hey, Sansy, what are you doing?"
"Making pancakes." Classic answered. I smiled, "You're cooking? You never cook anything!" I walked over to Classic, "Well, when you live with a douche named Fell, you do things you usually never do." He replied in a light tone, but I could see underlying pain in his eyes. Sighing, I wrapped an arm around Classic's waist, who in response turned off the stove and moved the hot pan aside,
"Well, you're not living with that dumbass anymore. So, you don't have to do anything your uncomfortable with."
"Whoever said I was uncomfortable cooking for you in return for your kindness?" Classic asked, "Heh, you're calling me the sweet and kind one? What am I? A mirror? Because I'm pretty sure it's you who's the sweet and kind one." I wrapped my other arm Classic's waist, who wrapped their arms around my neck,
"Heh, well I guess you're a broken mirror because all the shards show you." He replied, "You know that doesn't make much sense, right?" I chuckled, "I know, but when has anything made sense?" Classic asked, "You right."
We leaned close to each other and closed the space between us with a gentle kiss. We pulled apart after a bit, "Alright, I gotta get back to breakfast. You go sit while I finish up, okay?" Classic pulled away from my grasp and I allowed him to, "Alright, just don't take longgg. I'm starvinggg." I whined,
"Alright you big baby. Now go and sit." Classic rolled his eyes. I groaned and walked over to the kitchen table and sat down in a chair, watching as Classic finished cooking the pancakes and then start to cut fruit. Once he was finished, he placed the fruits and pancakes on a plate and slid it in front of me. I began to dig in and he did the same with his own plate. After eating we went to the living room and both lazily watched TV together.

They would've loved to have a lazy day but that didn't happen. Because right around 2:40 they both got a few unexpected guests.