Jingle and sans
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“can a jester get a smile?” Jingle asked, turning his head just enough to make the bells on his hat ring.
“heh...sorry, guess i was zoning out again, huh?” Sans chuckled as he put on his usual grin.
“uh uh, i know that grin. that’s not a real one. what kinda bee is in your bonnet, honey?” the pun was just accessory, he was really worried.
“worried about what could happen to you, actually.” Sans flicked one of the bells as his smile turned sad. “your world’s been untouched by the kind of reset madness mine has. i just don’t want you waking up in the same day over and over and feeling like you’re going nuts.”
“not happenin’, sans, my man,” Jingle crawled up over the table and did a back bend on it to kiss Sans upside down. “all our humans are alive. our prince is healthy and happy with his siblings. so we got no flowey, no swap temmies, no reason for anybody to do any DT madness. we have the sun, and the stars, and all that jazz. calm your soul, handsome.”
He turned back over and watched as Sans chuckled softly, a genuine beam coming up slowly, “you’re so confident. it still kinda confuses me about that.”
Jingle touched his forehead to Sans’ and murmured, “easy to be confident when you’ve got someone to love.”
They both fell into soft kissing, losing track of all surroundings in favor of each other.
