Six Skeletons and The Waitress

21. Blueberry

Chapter Summary: Blueberries and Hannah

"Roar?"

"Roar." He called again. Flexing his fingers to show you his claws. You pursed your lips and turned your head, shoulders shaking slightly as you fought off the laughter that threatened to come out.

Sans lowered his hands and stuffed them into his pockets, a content grin overtaking his usual relaxed one. Seeing you relaxed like this was always a prize to see. No timid nature, no worries over your head, or no troubling thoughts clouding your judgement. He liked seeing you this happy—like that first time Papyrus and you made friendship spaghetti. You worked around the kitchen as if you lived and breathed cooking, choosing things carefully while helping Papyrus improve on his own culinary skills.

Stars above, he could watch you all day like this. Easy going with nothing to worry about, that carefree smile on your lips always captivating...

He immediately pulled himself out of his thoughts, chuckling softly as he lead you back to the others. Possibly to finish the game before calling quits. Sitting back on his spot, the small circle had tightened thanks to the absence of your unsavoury friend. With you sitting by him and Red, away from Stretch's grabby hands, Edge's scornful gaze and Blue's heated look. Papyrus sat on the opposite of you with both Edge and Blue on the right and left side of him.

Stretch sat on the same spot, barely moved once the circle had tightened. You pursed your lips, leaning onto Red for support. He tensed under you but immediately melted into your touch, leaning onto you like you were doing to him.

This made you think as Blue spun the bottle. A slight sway in his movements showing that he was feeling the buzz much stronger now.

The bottle ended up stopping directly at himself, making him spin again with soft mutters.

You hand was suddenly plucked from your thigh and laced around boney fingers that belonged to Sans. He watched Papyrus do his best dance with whatever beat Blue made up, awkwardly using his arms and legs to move around and form a dance.

Sans' other hand traced your knuckles with his phalanges barely touching, as if you were fragile and would crack at the softest touches.

He did it so absentmindedly as if he had done this in the past despite meeting you just barely over three weeks. But you guessed that was a lot of improvement on your part—not until recently were you able to expand without explaining anything to your overly protective older brothers.

The fact that Joseph took on night shifts unnerved you. One of these days he might just up and come visit you unannounced.

The thought made you sit up and retract your hands from Sans, both skeletons looking at you in confusion but went back to the game as Sans was dragged back in by Edge's turn right after Papyrus made him do: Say Yes to every question for a round. How merciful of Papyrus.

"Can I hit you?" Sans spoke, waving his hand in the air with a knowing smirk.

Edge's sockets narrowed on him. "...Yes." He begrudgingly agreed. Red narrowed his eyes at Sans.

"Watch it, classic." He growled. Sans remained unbothered as he shrugged his shoulders.

"DO SEVERAL CARTWHEELS AROUND THE ROOM."