Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 10

You move quietly through the many chattering monsters looking for your own. Your scared to see him like this. Looking like a total girl. Sure you sometimes wear a sundress but they're always conservative and simple. After a bit of walking and chatting you bump into papyrus. "AH _____! I SEE YOUR ALL DOLLED UP. I WAS WORRIED YOUD COME WEARING A SUIT. Not I mind but I'm sure sans is looking forward to seeing you in a dress like this. He should be by the bar. HAVE FUN BUT NOT TO MUCH FUN!" You swear you will never get used to papyrus actually speaking quietly. You head in the direction that you were pointed to.

A rare G pov. Appears

You've been looking for her since the ball started. You've looked everywhere. And not a sign of her. She said she'd be here so where is she? Then you glimpsed her sneaking down the stairs of the resident swing. Your not even sure if it's really her but something tells you it is and it makes you wanna puke from the intimidation that the inevitable encounter will bring. The unapproachable feeling you get from looking at her elegant stature. And those hips! God those hips! You tug a bit on your tie and sweat bullets. Shit. You never thought you'd be scared to talk to a girl before. You search for her again this time with a vigor you didn't have before. Of course she won't sit still. The minute you get to an area you just glimpsed her in she's already elsewhere in the crowd. "HEY BROTHER! HOWS YOUR ENDEAVOR IN FINDING ______?" "Oh hey paps.... not so good I'm afraid. She keeps moving around like she's looking for something." "MAYBE SHES LOOKING FOR YOU? TRY SITTING AT THE BAR A BIT AND ILL JUST DIRECT HER TO YOU WHEN I FIND HER." "Thanks bro. I really appreciate it." You sigh and wave as you shuffle to the bar. You order a glass of whiskey and drink it down trying to keep that nervous feeling drowned out. You were working your way through a second glass when someone taps your shoulder. "Hey G." You spit take into your cup at the closer sight of her. Is that... perfume? She never wears perfume. "G? Are you ok? Your staring." You cough a bit. "I'm fine kitten. I'm just... enjoying the view. Never thought I'd see you in a dress like that." She tries to cover her snicker. "Well these are my special work clothes. You'd see it if you weren't so keen on avoiding me and didn't refuse a partner up every time." She sits down next to you while you sweat bullets again. Why is she staring at you like that? Is there something on your face. "Your wearing the suit I got you. I thought you trashed it." "I couldn't do it. Besides I think it looks good on me." She rolls her eyes at you while you adjust your tie again. Black brown jacket and slacks a dark caramel vest a light creme colored dress shirt and a caramel tie. Reminds you of coffee. The hat is a matching color designed just for your skull type and the back has a gaster blaster hand stitched in the back. You almost couldn't bring yourself to wear it tonight but paps made you. "It looks good on you because I had it made specifically for you. One of a kind. Just like you." "When did you get so flirtatious?" "I've always been flirtatious you just never payed attention." Ok the conversation is going well don't fuck it up G.

_____ pov

Keep teasing the skeleton?

Yes

No

//this is a rare decision thing im doing because what you choose will change how the upcoming lemon will go// the most commented decision will be the final decider//