#mun shade

Veranda/Dadster

Ask Gaster Blog (Mun Shade + Mun Space)

10/7/2016

“I’ll Cover You” -- RENT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBo9L82LXf4)

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The job didn’t pay well, but it had its perks. He’d been shocked when he’d received summons from the king, but to be honest, it wasn’t something he hadn’t expected. Gaster had been working under King Asgore for just over a month, and things were progressing nicely. He found the environment stimulating, finding pleasure in the fact that he was no longer doing grunt work for higher scientists. Plans for the core were being drawn up, and a lull in the workload meant he could finally take a well-deserved break.

A trip to the local Nice Cream stand was in order, and at the thought of that sweet, melty treat, Gaster’s mouth was already watering. He raises a hand in greeting as the fellow at the Nice Cream Cart comes into view, an excited smile spreading across his face.

“Afternoon, Doctor Gaster! The usual, I assume?”

Gaster chuckles, glancing up at the Nice Cream Bunny, “Yes, please. Do I really come here so often that you know my order?”

The rabbit pulls out a wrapped goody, placing it in Gaster’s palm.

“Honestly, Sir? You’re my best customer.”

Gaster smirks in a good-natured manner, wasting no time in opening the ice cream.

“He does have quite the sweet tooth, doesn’t he?”

Gaster nearly drops his Nice Cream, pausing as he hears the familiar voice.Turning slowly, he blushes at the sight of the young skeleton lady standing on the other side of the Nice Cream cart. Veranda smiles, leaning casually against the cart, a Nice Cream clutched between her delicate fingers.

“I haven’t seen you here in awhile. I guess things in the lab finally slowed down?”

Rubbing his hands together nervously, Gaster begins to stutter, suddenly finding it difficult to remember what he wanted to say. Averting his eyes, he crumples the wrapper from his ice cream between his fingers. He hadn’t been expecting to see his girlfriend that afternoon, and therefore hadn’t expected to receive her affections.

“Y-Yeah… I guess,” chuckling nervously, he chances a glance up at her, their eyes meeting, “I was celebrating, I guess. Kinda h-hot out, wouldn’t you say, Veranda?”

Veranda laughs, shaking her head.

“I’d say! But honestly, we live in HOT Land, Doctor. The volcanoes and desert-like conditions don’t exactly foster an environment with a comfortable temperature.”  

Moving closer to him, Veranda places herself close to Gaster, gently bumping her hip against his.

“That is to say, it’s not like there’s not something else contributing to this heat. A handsome skeleton might raise the temperature a few degrees…”

Winking playfully, Veranda snorts as she watches Gaster grow more and more shy. She loved to tease him, watching him grow flustered when she was around. They’d been dating for awhile, but they’d decided to take things slow, giving each other the opportunity to have their own space and schedule.

“Anyway, are you going to pay our poor friend? He did do you a service, after all. I believe that Nice Cream dripping down your wrist must have cost him something.”

“O-Oh, yes. I apologize, Sir. Here, just let me-”

Rummaging in his lab coat pocket with his free hand, Gaster pulls out a few loose coins, setting them carefully on the counter. The rabbit scoops them into his palm, counting them briefly. Pausing, he looks up a Gaster in a slightly indignant manner. Extending his arm, he points to the sorted pile of money.

“Um, I hate to say anything Gaster, but you’re short by a few coins. I’d normally let it slide, but I’ve made exceptions the last few times you were short. I apologize, but I’m a little strapped for cash this month. My next shipment is coming in soon, and if I don’t have enough to pick it up, I won’t have any stock for the next three months.”

Gaster panics slightly, checking his other lab coat pocket, “Oh I’m so sorry… I, um, d-don’t seem to have any other coins on me at the moment. I must have left them in my other coat-”

Gaster stops speaking as he hears a metallic clatter, looking up at Veranda as she tosses in the last few coins needed to pay the Nice Cream Bunny.

“Don’t ‘sweat’ it, Gaster. I’ve got you… you can pay me back some other time, okay?”

Stretching languidly, Gaster watches in stunned silence as Veranda begins to walk off, her elegant body moving gracefully across the rocky terrain. In that moment, he forgot his embarrassment and anxiety over the situation, consumed by a true admiration for the monster in front of him.

Clearing his throat, he begins to thank her, only to be cut off by a slender hand being placed over his mouth.

“...honestly, don’t worry about it,” leaning in, Veranda places a tender  kiss on his forehead, “...just pay me back with 1,000 kisses, okay?”

Gaster blinks, placing his hand over hers. Moving it away from his mouth, he smiles, squeezing it gently. Lacing their fingers, he leans in and gives her a gentle peck in return.