WIP Wednesday #14 (lateee)
from the long-awaited second chapter of this fic which i will honestly probably be posting as soon as i get back from hiatus lmao
"the hungry heart, the roving eye" chapter 2 snippet
Admittedly, while theyโve sort of stopped arguing in the last two and a half weeks, theyโre still not exactly friendly with each other. With Sans being healed on a regular basis heโs a little less prone to getting bitey even when Red is being particularly bitchy, which is a definite improvement from Sans getting bitey even when Red is being nice, but itโs not like theyโre holding hands and singing kumbayah. Watching TV in relative silence while their brothers are out of the house is about as friendly as they get.
(But, hey, at least they can do that much now.)
Other than the occasional TV-watching stints, though, they mostly avoid each other. Red sticks to the borrowed bedroom, Sans sticks to Papyrusโ. They donโt talk to each other if they donโt have to. They just eternally size each other up like feral cats trying to decide if mauling each other is worth the effort.
Thinking about it isnโt enough to dampen his good mood, thankfully.
It just gives him something to think about instead of sitting around jittering out of his bones because he wants the sun to hurry up and set.
โFuckโre you in such a good mood for?โ Red finally asks, gruff but sounding more curious than outright hostile.
Edge shoots him an unimpressed glare that Red either doesnโt see or purposefully ignores. Papyrusโ mouth twitches downwards for a half second before he fixes it and gives Sans a pleading look with his eyes. โPlease do not take the bait,โ that look says, โI am begging you. You know I hate it when you fight.โ Itโs a very eloquent look.
Even without Papyrus silently begging him not to be a dick, Sans is admittedly in too good of a mood to want to be a dick.
โSkyโs supposed to be clear tonight,โ He shrugs, grinning mildly over at his doppelganger, โso Iโm just thinking about taking the olโ scope up to the roof tonight to take a look at the stars. Been a while since I got the chance.โ
Redโs expression flickers like bad TV static for approximately two seconds โ from looking like Sans smacked him in the mouth to some sort of desperate longing and back again โ and then itโs back to his usual scarily grinning mask.
Oh, Sans thinks, of course he loves the stars.
For once, the reminder that Red is just another version of him doesnโt make him feel obligated to be an asshole. Instead, it gives him an entirely different idea. An idea that might do something positive for their lack of a relationship, maybe. An idea that Papyrus will be fucking stoked about, for sure.
He speaks before he can give himself enough time to overthink it: โHey, actually, you wanna come with? Iโm tellinโ you, the charts do not do it justice.โ
Papyrus blinks, then lights up like a kid on Gyftmas morning.
