#ask jale

Jalé would kiss Thal in all of these places. He’d gently kiss her hand as a sign of respect.He’d firmly kiss her forehead in a promise to protect herHe’d quickly peck her cheek as a hello/goodbyeHe’d kiss the tip of her ear when they’re all alone…showing her that he’s listening.He’d  kiss her lips as a silent ‘I love you’ Because he’s too shy to truly say it.He’d kiss her neck when he’s getting playful…both innocently, and not.He’d kiss the top of her back…just before her neck to say shes not alone as he holds her.And he’d kiss her just, just above her soul to ask if she loved him too.@butchacanttunafish

Jalé just....freezes....utterly freezes as he stared at Mettaton....his face a bright sunset color as he literally couldn’t believe the other was even talking to him right now. They knew his name?? ...Of course they knew his name....he was one of the three bosses....but still that doesn’t explain why the AMAZING Mettaton is talking to him......even inquiring about his day.... was he dreaming???“A-Ah I’m d-doing w-we-ell M-Mettat-ton s-sir....” He sputtered out, and internally kicked himself What the fuck Papyrus what are you doing?!?!? “W-W-What about y-you??”

Jalé twitches a bit, and drags a hand down his face. “Just! Just....Leave me alone!!” He shouts, and turns away, grimacing at Vince who was wheezing at this point. “I’m so going to kick your ass....” He hissed, and Vince only laughed harder.

Jalé blinked, and winced at the volume in their voice, and snickered softly, a light sunset colored flush coating his cheeks. “By being badass of course. Only badass people are tall!” He explained, and nodded his head in agreement to his own statement like a dork. He seemed strangely cocky, his true pride shown. He noms on the strawberry garnish that had been attached to his bloodhound as he grins to himself. 

Jalé glanced up from his desk at the short snowy skeleton, his sockets knit in confusion. “Do you need something?” He asked warily. He could see that they were another Sans so he wasn’t even going to bother going through reporting them. “And I earned my title so I would appreciate if you would call me Boss.” He added, a small hint of a gloating tone as his singular light grew brighter. He closed his laptop, and gestured for him to take the seat on the other side of the desk. 

Jalé flushed a bit, and scratched his head. “Uh....someone cute...” He mumbled, and left it at that.

Jalé jolted at the knock that had come. He told is men to do their duties, and leave him alone....so he wasn’t expecting anyone to come by. He...doesn’t turn to look out the window...fearing that he’d only see more of the strange red liquid he couldn’t touch, but the door was unlocked so she could see her self in if she wanted.