Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 18

It was a week since you woke up and is healthy enough to help in the bar. At least when you don't feel about to die from the fire ant feeling that's eating your soul. Slowly. Currently your in your long silk night gown brushing your hair before bed. That's when you hear a knock on your window. How the hell can someone.... wait is that music? A warmth fills you as you near the window. The ant like feeling is gone. "G?" You wonder out loud. You open the window and almost laugh. The set up is so cheesy like something you'd see in an Italian romance or a Spanish soap opera. He's trying to serenade you! In French! If that's not ridiculous his outfit certainly is. His get up is split directly down the middle. The left side is half a mustache, half a sombrero with hearts dangling, and half a Spanish poncho. The right is half a slicked back wig and half an Italian suit. There's a spaghetti taco on your window sill. You laugh unable to help yourself. While ridiculous he clearly put a lot of thought into setting this up. His gaze at you is fond and loving even if his grin is borderline shit eating. You recognize some of the lyrics. It's a French rendition of your favorite classic Japanese song. How much time did he spend on this?! It's ridiculous!! But also endearing. You sigh and rest your chin on your palm while bracing your elbow on the window frame. You use your other hand to make c'mere motions at him. He stops his playing immediately and seems to walk up invisible stairs all the way up to your window. "Your a big ole goober you know that? How long did it take to do all this?" He purrs loudly at just being so close to you after nearly three or two weeks of hell. "A weeeeekkk..." you scratch under his chin enjoying his response. He looks drunk as hell. Like fuck. Well your not far from that yourself. "I suppose it's a start. However your going to have to apologize to papyrus before we can work everything out." He nods biting his lip. She's right there. "I will. I promise. I've missed you terribly tho. It burns me alive like divine judgement to be away from you. I should've marked you that first night. I guess I was still scared you would get tired of my shit and leave. I didn't want to anchor you down if you decided I wasn't enough." Suddenly you pull his face into a hug pressing his face in your tits. "You really are a big sappy dumbass aren't you?" You start noogieing his wig knocking it askew. "There's no way in hell I'd drop you now that I've got you! I always know exactly what I want and I wouldn't pursue you if I didn't want to marry your dumbass and spend the rest of it in your bony ass arms! Now your going to make up with Grillby your brother frisk and muffet for your insufferable behavior and then your going to fucking mark my ass like you were supposed to in the beginning! Then we are getting human married!! Do you fucking understand you boneheaded complete dumbass of a man I love?!" He grabs your hands looking like he's about to have an orgasm just from your yelling and kisses you with a desperate depraved moan. Taking it as a confirmation you kiss back just as desperately and his hat falls off as you pull him in.

//meanwhile//

Grillby covers his head contemplating whether he should dump water on himself and end his pain or if he should interrupt the intense make up sex and actually get some sleep. He blushes able to feel the glow of your soul even through the thick walls. This is why you don't offer your home to your best friend who has a soulmate. Especially when your in love with both your friend and their soulmate. There's a loud erotic cry from you and Grillby blushes adjusting himself. This is going to be a long ass night.