Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 7

It's an hour after frisk got sent to bed and sans sneaks up to her door. There's a music box playing and he hears movement. She's talking to someone it sounds like but he doesn't hear a response or what's being said. Odd. He opens the door a little hoping to get a glimpse of whoever is in the room with her. His eyes widen at the sight before him. She going through her closet looking for something nose to wear. An open dance instruction book is on her bed waiting as she compares different fancy dresses in front of a mirror. She's...... acting like a girl. Like a girl girl. It's almost to cute to witness. She must be prepping for the midsummer ball that all monsters throw. But who is she going with? She puts down the dresses clearly unsatisfied with any of her outfits before taking a look into her book. She seems to be trying to waltz by herself. It's adorable how terrible she is at it. He continues watching in this amused fashion for several minutes before suddenly he's pushed forward by tiny hands. He face plants a few feet in front of her making her squeak loudly. "G?! What are you doing peeping on me you pervert?!" He sits up and then blocks his head as she hits him repeatedly over the head with the book. "Hey hey!! I was worried about you ok?! You haven't been sleeping well these past few days sos I was tryin to figure out why." She pauses her beating and he takes that moment to throw the book on the bed and away from her hands. "You were worried?" "Yeah I was. You almost poured ginger ale in the bleach water yesterday thinking it was laundry soap. Why are you trying to dance anyways? You going to a party or something?" She shifts foot to foot. "Well papyrus made me promise to go to the midsummer ball with him. It's in a week and I just wanted to be prepared. It's hard to get my feet right tho and I keep tripping." He snorts in disbelief. "You? The one that dodges my GUNSHOTS like a fucking ballerina badass tripping? I don't believe you." "It's true! I've been trying all week!" "Alright lets see." "What do you mean?" He holds out his hands for her to take. "Wh-what?! No! I'll step on your toes." He chuckles and takes her hands anyways. He pulls her close and looks down at her sweet flustered face. "Sweet to know you care about my toes kitten but I wasn't asking." He winds the old music box up with his magic and then he starts to lead the dance. Well tries anyways. Apparently she thinks SHES supposed to lead. "Kitten let me lead." "What? No. I want to lead." "In a walts the man is supposed to lead." "Then I'll be the dude. You can wear the dress." "No way in hell am I wearing a fucking dress." "There's no way I'll let you lead." "Oh? And why not?" "If I can't dance then there's no way in hell your any better than me." He clicks his tongue. That's just insulting. They had been struggling for several music box wind ups to get the upper hand. However with that last comment G decides to prove her wrong. He suddenly twirls her and then dips her low his face inches from hers. Her eyes are wide and doe like. It's adorable really. "Still think I'm a worse dancer than you doll?" She blushes hard and says nothing. This time she doesn't resist his lead and they dance for hours. Tango, swing, waltz. Their eyes locked on eachother with him guiding her through the movements like a proper male partner should. In the doorway a child like figure fist bumps a freakishly tall figure. It's nearly four in the morning by the time they've gone through the whole ballroom dance book collection she bought. He dips her lovingly that one last time as the music stops. He leans in his vanilla and cigar breath tickling her nose. Her brain freaks out and he's about to kiss her. What does she do?! She puts a gentle hand over his bone lips making him open his eyes. He tries not to be hurt but it's hard. He can't blame her tho. How can he? He pulls her back up and rubs the back of his neck. "Well if you just follow your partners lead and remember where your feet go then you should do fine. I.... I'm going back to bed now ok? Goodnight well morning...." He sighs and walks out the room but he only gets halfway down the hall before he feels her soft gentle hands hugging his back. He turns halfway and looks down at her. "Thank you G. Your a lifesaver." He chuckles. "I should hardly be thanked for something as simple as dance lessons. In fact. I should-" she cuts him off with a tender kiss to his cheek area close to his lips but not touching. His pinprick eyes turn to hearts for a few moments before she parts from him with a goodnight. He feels like a weak kneed school boy. It's great really. He goes to bed and not a single nightmare or bad thought could disturb his dreams of her.

//somebody please draw an image of mafia G giving in and wearing a dress to please the reader. it would be to perfect//