feelin' like a criminal

     Dev’s eyes widened when the spiders delivered the food. He had been in this timeline for a while now, but he’s never actually been in this place, least not yet. Sure he’s gotten wasted food from outside in the trash–but he wouldn’t say anything about that at the moment–he’d just enjoy the donuts that were offered to him with a smile on his face. 

          “Thanks!” He said, taking a sip of the cider and hummed at the taste. Nothing beats freshly made food, that was for sure. And then the mention of the brother–he swallowed the donut down hard and coughed a little. 

          “B-Blackberry?” He questioned, trying not to choke. “S-So you’re his brother then, huh? He’s mentioned ya a few times, but never got the pleasure ta meet’cha yet.” 

"sure,”  he said softly in response to the thank you, and continued on his drink. However the other skeleton’s reaction to who his brother was made him quirk a brow bone in curiosity.  

“so, you’ve met him then...”

It must have been quite a meeting if that was his reaction, and with his brother that either meant it was good or bad.      Usually bad. 

“he’s mentioned me?” That made things even stranger because that’d mean they would have spoken more than once? So, perhaps it hadn’t been a bad meeting.      “interesting.” 

*  “OF COURSE YOU WOULD. I DEMAND IT, AND EVEN WHEN I’M DEAD I     EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS.”

     It was rather nice to be able to talk with another, he would get to some timelines and nobody wanted a thing to do with him. Either that or wanted to kill him, so being able to sit and chat–even with a complete stranger–was nice. 

          “Mm, well, somethin’ ta eat would be nice, but don’t have the money ta pay for anything, so right now I’m alright. Just, y’know, tryin’ ta find my own timeline kinda deal.” He then tilted his head for a moment. “Who’s ya brother?”

Well, Pup couldn't think of the last time he'd actually paid for a single thing here, so he motioned for Muffet to come over while the other Skeleton spoke.     "can we get some spider donuts? and more of this spider cider too."     Almost immediately after some spiders dropped down with the food and drink. Ah, service.

"go ahead, bro. it's on my tab, don't worry about it."     His tab that would never be paid. Despite the fact he probably had the money to do so.    But that was not the point.

There was a reason why he had so many rules for his brother. He wasn’t controlling just to be controlling. He was controlling because … he worried. They always had to tell the other where they were at all times just in case something happened! And something could very well happen. Hell, if he had been out hours later than he said he would be Papyrus would outright short cut to where he was just to check up on him.

So, he wasn’t the only controlling one among them.

He nearly jumped when he heard the barking of the Annoying Dog and a loud crash at the door, heading to the front room and seeing his brother face first on the ground, and the dog running around barking obnoxiously.

*  "GET OUT OF HERE!“

Blackberry shouted, picking up a vase and throwing it at the wall over the door spooking the dog out of the house. He turned to his brother on the ground almost throwing something else at him.

*  "YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT CHASING YOU OUT OF HERE TOO!”

Pup groaned and covered his head when his brother started yelling and throwing things at that stupid dog so it ran it's little ass outside. He kicked the door shut behind it, and froze for a moment when his brother's attention was then put directly on him.

Great.

"i'm not that late."     He was pretty fucking late.     Turning back around to look over at where his brother was standing, he gave a shrug.     "if you'd come out with me sometimes maybe we wouldn't be in this situation and you'd know where i was."

* “STOP BEING EMBARRASSING!“

     When Dev had entered this timeline, it felt a little more dangerous than others, so he would make sure to keep to himself. He wouldn’t draw attention to himself, and thanks to his monochrome outlook–it was easy. 

     Right now though, he had decided to walk into a bar, it would be out of the cold for the moment. Upon opening the door he was welcomed with the smell of grease and smoke–damn he hoped to get something to eat here. 

     And then he noticed the lengthy skeleton watching him, his own grey eyelights stayed on him for a moment longer before he made his way over. He seemed to want to talk to him, so he would take a seat across from him. 

          “Need somethin’?”

His look was near blank when the small Skeleton came to sit at the booth he was in, as if he hadn't been watching him or something.