Afterdeath/Poth Story Pile (Complete)

one shots that aren't really one shots but are to short to put in a book

//this is newer//

1. Bold of you to assume.

"I don't think that's a wise idea." Sans spoke blinking as Geno balanced himself on a stool. "Well when have I ever had good ideas. Besides, Death doesn't understand birthdays and I can't throw an awesome party for Goth" Sans gave his best friend a strange look. "Why not?" "Sans I like to have alcohol once in a while but I can't do that. Goth is a kid. So I'm throwing Death a birthday but non birthday party thing." Sans grunted and looked toward the others partner. "Are you going to stop him?" Death blinked "Bold of you to assume I could"
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2. What's that word again?

  "Ok so we need bread. Umm lunch stuffs and what else?" Geno looked over to his smaller partner who stood in thought. "Oh! Umm what is it called? Its the umm" Geno blinked before looking back down at the list thinking over "Its the thing you put in the cooling box thing?" Geno looked up immediately about to make a comment "Cow Juice!" that done it. Geno broke down laughing after the words left Death's mouth. "Oh did you remember a joke?" Geno shook his head, doubling over "C-Cow Juice?!" more laughter ensued. Death blinked "What? is that not what it's called?" Geno shook his head and dipped the tears from his eye- and other eye too but it's mostly what he only assume is marrow. "No hun. It's called milk first off. And that is called a fridge" Geno pointed behind the smaller to the fridge. Death looked at him in consusion. "Who in the stars above named it mi- Milk?" Geno took in another breath "well it's pretty much been milk but Luis Pasture is the guy who I think it wass 1861- 1862? Who made milk safe to drink and buy in stores." Geno jots down milk on the list. "Oh alright- that would explain the wired looks" "I bet it does."

((I'm pretty sure Death knows what milk is but I though that it was funny.))
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3. Up goes the baby

  "I'm trusting you Death." Geno spoke as he hoisted his bag on to his shoulder. "Don't let anything hurt that baby or so help me stars I will snap your neck like a tooth pick" Death nodded nervously. "Yup! Of course!" Geno stared him down for a bit. But turned his attention to the small baby and patted it's head. "Give him all you got little guy." and like that he walks out the door. Death looked down at the baby whom was needlessly grabbing the strings of his cloak and trying to put it in his mouth. "Oh no baby. No that's covered in stuff that umm" How was he supposed to tell a baby about dust and blood? But then as he pulled the baby pulled away, Goth began to cry. "Oh no! No don't cry- umm- Oh mortal mothers do this all the time.!" Death lifted Goth into his hands and tossed him up, he did this a few time but then accidently tossed him up a little higher and realized that mistake when Goth came back down crying. " Hey so I for-" Death turned his head and laughed nervously and rocked the crying infant "Oh hey look at the time!" But that wouldn't be saving Death from Geno.
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5 . umm it's great honey.

   Death handed a little note to Geno and smiled "So I wanted to try and write in English. So I thought supper hard and it took a while, but I wrote you a poem!" Geno awwed and looked down before stopping. The hand writing looked like a hybrid between a babies art and a toddlers handwriting while it's having a seizure. "Umm I'm not sure what to say! Its really good" Geno lied but he couldn't let Death feel bad and give up. "Oh good that's a relief! I couldn't even read that! You're really good" Geno blinked and opened his mouth to say something but Death was already walking away.