lovingly horrible. [kustard]

fell held the bag, gripping on it. " are you sure you're okay. " fell tried hard to make it sound like an question, tried.

sans sat on the couch, his sockets half opened staring at the television- before sighing lazily. " yeah, i'm good. "

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fell kissed his forehead, while sans continued to lay on his bed. he wasn't sleeping, but his sockets weren't opened.

" i'm horrible with love. " fell whispered. " just warning you that. " sans laughed in response, before saying, " hey, you're loving enough. but you're horrible, no offence. but you're just- lovingly horrible. "