#outbraves

           ❝   * hey bro, i’m home.  ❞     it’s a quick transition from the world outside to a hand on the front door,  pushing it wide;  sans doesn’t waste any time in brushing off his shoulders,  snow sliding to the floor.  it’ll melt eventually,  right?  then just evaporate into nothing.

                                                                                         . . . it’s been a long day at work.

                          funnily enough,  however,  it’s when he sees what’s on tv that he stops,  a raised brow.       ❝  * ... oh man, uh. heh. you might wanna change it here soon.  ❞

when pap and mtt hang out their souls are so bright they need to prepare with matching sunglasses

if he rolls out then he an autothot

                                        there’s   an   angry   bleat        as   a   clawed   hand   wraps   gently   ‘round   the   skeletal   wrist  ,,       pulling   bony   digits   away   from   the   pot  .              his   cooking   lessons   with   UNDYNE   were   nothing   but   DESTRUCTIVE  !!!              it   was   no   wonder   why   PAPYRUS   couldn’t   cook   anything   without   nearly   B U R N I N G   the   place   to   the   ground  .              she   sighs   gently   as   her   grasp   ‘pon   the   other’s   wrist   ceases       ---------------------       it   would   seem   that   she   would   have   to   become   his   new   cooking   mentor       ---------------------       not   that   she   minded  ,,       of   course  !

      target acquired: the coolest skeledude in the underground looks distracted enough. good. he doesn’t even bother to run and make a lot of noise around his brother--just takes one of his beloved ‘shortcuts’ and steps by papyrus’ side almost quietly enough, boney fingers tugging at the red scarf to call his bro’s attention right away.

              * paps, hey paps!!               * guess what i’ve been trying to do today

      and he doesn’t even really wait for an actual answer. he knows perfectly well paps will come up with something like ‘trying to work’ or ‘trying not to sleep on the job’--as if it could really happen one day. silly, innocent little bro.