Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 13 : Laughing, Crying, Apologizing and Introductions

Snacks and drinks....Huh...she brought snacks and drinks out fer us, Sans thought as he stared the table.

He looked over at Tops who seemed fixated at the odd and colorful assortment of strange human foods that littered the table but there was no denying the excitement brimming in the bunny's eyes.

While Sans enjoyed a good hearty meal as much as the next big guy, he would be the first to admit he didn't like to try new things, a characteristic he developed after he and his brothers started to move up in the world and they could afford to be a bit more choosy with what went into their mouths: Mustard, fries, hamburgers, and burnt spaghetti were among Sans' safety foods, but Tops...

The blue bunny made it a point to give anything a try at least once and more than once Sans had laughed cruelly when he saw the sour and pained expressions of his best friend's face when that open and happy-go-lucky attitude backfired horribly, but it never stopped Tops from stuffing the next unknown food item in his mouth.

The dumbfuck was always looking for new flavours for his Nice Cream treats and seeing all these new and "exotic" human food must have had his mind racing a mile-a-minute. Sans grimaced and looked at his little lady, hoping she wasn't really expecting him to eat all the different food dishes that were on the table. The two bottles of mustard he consumed last night were still turning painfully in his stomach and he wasn't sure how well he could handle putting new food in his stomach. He could barely handle it when he wasn't hungover. Of course...

Sans took another look at the table and felt his sockets widened with surprise. While Tops may not know what these human-made snacks were, Sans had spent enough time in the human city to recognize what types of food littered the table: BBQ chips, pretzels, Oreos, chocolate chips cookies, and Cheetos along with three cold soda bottles. He wasn't sure what flavour of soda, but the bottles were green and the label said Sprite.

Junk food. Unhealthy food. The best type of food really, Sans thought, tapping his chin with a clawed finger. Junk food really was the only type of food Sans ate when Papyrus wasn't cooking or if a restaurant wasn't close by.

Lady doesn't have bad taste when it comes to food, Sans thought as a fond smile graced his lipless mouth. If human junk food is anything like what we monsters have, this might be something I can stomach so I don't look like an asshole, rejecting her offer, he finished and it seemed his appetite agreed with him because he felt his sickened stomach give out a slight growl as the different and yet slightly familiar aromas hit his nasal hole.

Sans looked at his little lady who was cautiously watching them before she cleared her throat. A little blush tinted her cheeks as she gave a shaky and unconfident smile in their general direction before she gestured almost helplessly to her table.

"While you gentlemen were outside I realized I must look like a terrible hostess not offering my guests anything to eat or drink so..." the blush increased as she trailed off and offered another smile. "I'm not sure if you guys have these types of snacks in your city...I mean from what Papyrus tells me he knows what hamburgers and pasta are so..." she trailed off again.

Sans opened his mouth to say something in the lines of "ya didn't have to do that" or something sappy but showing his appreciation at the same time until he realized something that made a blush of his own hit his cheekbones. This was probably the first time in his entire life that he was in a lady's home being welcomed in this...kind and peaceful manner. He wasn't in some sleazy bar hitting on a female monster nor was he making business deals in a restaurant with his guard up as he talked to an associate, ready to attack and kill if the deal with south.

He was in a woman's burnt silent kitchen about to have unhealthy food with two of the most harmless people on the planet.

It was kind of...weird and uncomfortable even with Tops here on his side. The only other times this sort of quiet and...relaxing atmosphere occurred was when he ate with his brothers or when he was having a few shots with Tops.