“heheheh aw c’mon,” Sans chuckles, gently elbowing you in the ribs, “m’just kiddin’ around. “Haha okay, sorry!” Still… “Never heard you work blue before-you running out of clean material or what?” “i don’t do guesswork, my comedic timing is always perfect. “hours,” Sans replies, his expression serious. “How long were you carrying that thing around, waiting to tell that joke?” “You’re disgusting,” you tell him, plopping yourself up onto a barstool. So saying, he removes a handkerchief from the pocket of his hoodie… “oh stars above,” he breathes, as if aghast, “where are my manners… please, take a load off, sit down, i’ll clean your seat off for ya.” You arrive at Grillby’s a little late one evening and Sans does an exaggerated double-take when he sees you. ← Previous Work Part 2 of Kinktober Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 32,686 Chapters: 32/32 Comments: 309 Kudos: 1,826 Bookmarks: 164 Hits: 50,274 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
