#snuggles!!

Kris was given special permission to sit on the Chairiel as a special reward for their suffering, and they could understand how Toriel wanted to keep it to herself. By god, it was comfortable. They were still higher than the sun on the midazolam from the dentist, given to them through the IV to sedate them. According to Toriel, they were trying to sing along in the car to “New Perspective” on the way back from the dentist, and failing hilariously. Just imagine, a fifteen year old teenager of indiscriminate alternative subculture, ears pierced to the high heavens, trying their damn best to sound like Brendan Urie while high off their mind on dentist sedatives, muffled by gauze in their mouth and spitting blood on the dashboard.

Kris’s wisdom teeth came in about as straight as they were. Which, needless to say, was incredibly wonky. They got theirs removed only an hour ago, at the ripe old age of 15, as opposed to Vess and Chara planning on getting theirs out at 18. 

Why do humans always get the short end of the stick when it comes to weird bodily functions? Periods, wisdom teeth, appendixes, it all sucked. Everyone else got cool stuff. Noelle shed her antlers every winter, Susie shed her tail when she got scared or hurt, and would scare the everloving fuck out of Kris by swinging it around while laughing maniacaly. 

They groaned, picking up their  blanket and slugging to their bedroom. They picked up their phone from the nightstand, opening up their Discord DM’s with Susie. 

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                                kris-kross-applesauce:

                                get over here.

suzilla:

the fukc do you want

krissss

whats going onnn

did u get ur teeth out??

                                  kris-kross-applesauce:

                                  yeah. 

                                  elly’s out of town so get tf 

                                  over here and comfort

                                  my suffering

suzilla:

fine

ill be over in 5

im bringing the soup 

u like but cold

i care too much to let 

u get dry socket

                                     kris-kross-applesauce:

                                     YAYAYYYAYYYYY

                                     mom said i tried to sing 

                                     p!atd in the car

suzilla:

emo ass bitch

you and your brandon way

or whatever his name is

                                      kris-kross-applesauce:

                                      its brendon urie

                                      shut up adn get over here

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Tomato soup was the love of Kris’s life. They couldn’t care that it was cold, to be honest. The only thing they cared about was which brand it was. One of them had “extra protein added” and tasted like grass, the other was just… bad, and another was chunky but not chunky enough to feel okay in their mouth… It was a whole ordeal to find one that didn’t make them want to throw up. But when they found the right one, it was the only soup they would eat.

They painstakingly waited for Susie to show up, staring at the ceiling in defeat.

knock

“Whgat duh fuh?” they tried to mumble, before realizing it was probably Susie. That makes sense.

“Let me in, dumbass!” Yep, definitely Susie. They stumbled to the window, unlocking it. She put the soup on the nightstand, tumbling into the room and getting a laugh out of Kris.

“Laughing at my suffering…”

“‘M sufferin too, ya know?”

She sighed, flopping down on the bed. “Do you know how hard it is to climb the side of a house with a carton of soup in your hand? I was struggling.” They gave her an incredulous side eye, staring in confusion. “Ya could have used the door! My mom loves ya like a daughter, ‘m sure she would have been fine with it.”

“Eh, it’s more fun that way. Do you want your soup or not?” She could see their eyes light up at the preposition, “Oh my god, is that even a question? Yes!! There’s a mug on the counter, pleasee…”

“Alright, alright, you act like Tori doesn’t even feed you!” She said, ripping the seal off the carton with her fangs, which was completely unnecessary. She poured it into the mug Kris pointed out,  a large mug with pictures of cats on it. 

They reached out with grabby hands, putting on their best puppy eyes, “Chill, I have it right here, idiot,” she sighed, handing it to them. “Now shut up and drink your soup.”

Susie could only watch in horror as Kris took their mug in a vice grip, furiously chugging the soup with wide eyes. They couldn’t even bother to care about anything else.

“Jesus, slow down! You’re gonna dislodge a clot, Kris!”

“Make me slow down.” they said with a stare. She laughed incredulously, putting the mug on the nightstand and taking it out of their hands. “What are you-” She went in with a giant bear hug, the kind Kris loved. Susie was the best at giving hugs, the pressure of her body always making them feel safe. They giggled, trying to wiggle out of her grasp, however, they were no match for Susie’s relentless will to hug. She squeezed them tighter, moving onto her back. Kris tried their best to kick, but it was no use. 

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, dumbass!”

“Who said I was trying to get away?”

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