wrong number | sans .

act ii | rosy cheeks

Seated in between Sans and Wraith, watching the fire crackle and pop every few fleeting moment. The soft blow of autumn wind brushing past, making you shiver and tighten the jacket around your shoulders, scooting a little closer to the fiery flames, seeking out their warmth.

Sans never knew about temperatures except that everything felt the same - the howling wind, the white flakes falling from Showdin's overhead cave, Hotland's magma and the dampness or Waterfall. It wasn't foreign to him, quite the opposite. It's was just, well, he's a skeleton. He doesn't have any nerves, tissues, and skin to hold things together. Hell, he lacked everything in the department in, uh, everything.

So when he saw you shivering with your teeth lightly chattering together, he was confused for a split second.

The former royal scientist forgot about temperatures when it came to others - what a dumbass. In his defence! He was waayy to busy thinking about what to ask you, what you liked to do, what you thought about him if he ever tried to pursue you.

Quickly shaking that last thought from his head, he ignored his brother's (not so subtle) winks and slipped off his blue jacket, throwing it over your shoulders and zipped it up to the end. A light flush of rose caught his attention - a sly grin appeared on his teeth, replacing his usual relaxed one as he winked, slowly watching your face grow in colour. Your nose wrinkled cutely as you covered your mouth with the cuffs of his jacket.

He liked that look on you - wrapped in his jacket, flushed in the face and embarrassingly avoiding his gaze.

His shoulders shook softly at the concealed laughter, returning to his seat next to you and lazily leaned onto you - despite your embarrassment, you mirrored his relaxation.

*mini skip*

The first round had ended earlier after Toriel had said it was getting later than what she and Frisk agreed on. Everyone said their good nights as the two went to their tent. Asgore was the next to leave - the robot (whose name was Mettaton) said he had to go back underground to recharge, bid everyone a goodnight and a farewell before disappearing further up the mountain trail. A soft white blob with a soft blue glow shortly followed him.

Papyrus left, too, after saying that he needed at least an hour's rest before his patrol around the camping grounds. Undyne dismissed that and told him that he was free until the sun was high in the sky, insisting that Papyrus gets a full night's rest for whatever tomorrow held. (He refused but said he would calibrate some of his puzzles)

Alphys ended up sleeping right next to the fire - concerning the trio for a full minute before Undyne explained that Alphys was used to the heat and basically lived near the mountain's magma. Plus, it was monster-induced fire, it wouldn't hurt anyone without the intent to conflict damage.

"wait, wait so if any of those attacks earlier hit us then—?" Kathy questioned softly, being mindful of the tents and the sleeping occupants. Her chocolate eyes examining each before returning to Undyne's one visible eye. A claw lightly scratched her cheek, a nervous giggle coming from the fish lady, her lips looking like a laid-back three, a small(barely noticeable) blush over her cheeks. Her eyes shifted to the side.

You played with Sans' hand, muttering softly under your breath as you tested the size different — only to flinch away when he would lean into your ear and mutter in the same deep husky tone. Your face bloomed red almost instantly.

"You uh..." she trailed, momentarily looking over at Sans for help. He rolled her eye at the absolute adoration in his features, a short cackle coming from her. "You would have been hurt — more than a few measly cuts and bruises!"