His New Favorite Color

Sans looked up at you, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "you ready?" he asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I guess so, not that I had any time to prepare."

He grinned at you sheepishly, and began to walk. You quickly caught up, falling into step with him easily. The two of you were out of the building before he spoke up again.

"you don't mind, do you? that i said you'd walk me," he urged, nudging a rock with his slipper.

"Nah, I like walks. Especially walks with you." It was out of your mouth before you really had time to think. You hoped that Sans would just brush it off, but you knew him better than that. You knew him.

"it's not much. just a nice cream stand." Or at least, you thought you did.

You looked to him, eyebrows raised. "What?"

Sans cleared his throat, even though it was pointless. "my work. we never really talked about it." You hated the way he stared at the ground, like a scolded puppy. After a moment of silence, he continued on. "i have a few jobs, part they're all part time. so, uh, what about you?"

"Dance teacher. Well, I am now, anyways. I used to work at the local grill, back home." You chewed the inside of your cheek, wondering why he looked so... Ashamed.

"woah, really?" He looked up at you, suddenly. Sans seemed to change emotions suddenly, looking almost awestruck.

"Um, yeah? I didn't cook though, and even if I did, I could never compare to Grillby, so don't get your hopes up." you joked, stopping to look back at him.

"dude, i dance." Sans sounded more enthusiastic than usual, like he did when Papyrus talked about something he loved.

Wait, Sans could dance? Oh, this was too good to be true. Dancing must have been your favorite thing to do, to talk about, too. You loved it more than anything else, anything you had ever done. The way you felt when you danced, it was like nothing else. It made you feel like everything was right with the world, like nothing else mattered. And it didn't matter how you danced either; it could be just rocking your hips, or doing the tango. It all felt amazing. And now, you could share that feeling with Sans.

Your eyes lit up, and you let out a small gasp, "Really? Oh my God, Sans, you'll have to show me some time!" You grinned excitedly, wondering if he could dance as well as you hoped.

"well , heh, actually, i was gonna ask if you wanted to go dancing sometime?" He scratched the back of his skull with his boney fingers, and he couldn't have looked cuter.

You were too excited by the idea of dancing to even realize his implications. Dancing? And with Sans? Hell yes. "Yes! Of course! Sans you have no id-" you stopped, realizing what the skeleton was asking. "O-oh."

Sans smirked, beginning to walk again. "didn't think you'd be so excited for a date with me, _____."

Date. He said date. That made it official, right?

You laughed awkwardly, and caught up to him again. "I was beginning to think that you'd never ask, y'know. Thinking that maybe you did really only want me for my cookies."

Sans laughed that deep, amazing laugh as he looked at you. You could have sworn you saw something blue behind his teeth, but it was gone as soon as you had noticed. "the stand is right up here." He nodded his head, motioning to the small ice cream stand up the block. Well, the Nice Cream stand.

Following his gaze, you saw the small stand; it wasn't much, but it still looked brand new. The bright red and yellow umbrella stood out against the rest of the city. "It's just ice cream, right? But with a different name?" You asked, curious about the new monster food. If hot cats had shown you anything, it was to expect the unexpected. Which, of course, was kind of impossible.

The skeleton nodded, slowing his pace. "yeah, but when ya eat them, the wrapper has nice messages in it. good for not so good days."

"Sounds.... Sweet." You concluded, as you stopped at the stand. "Maybe I can be your first customer."

Sans rolled his eyes at your pun, unlocking the cart. "heh, if you want. just don't expect it to meow."

So he was thinking about the hot cat incident, too. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your wallet, leafing through to grab a few dollars. "How much are they?"

"'s on me, don't worry about it." Sans reached into the cart, grabbing what looked like a popsicle and holding it out to you.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to look serious, but you couldn't help the smile that crawled across your face. "Sans, really, let me pay for it. It isn't a big deal."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, but finally he gave up, sighing. "two fifty." You fished the money out of your wallet and handed it to the skeleton. He gave you the nice cream and leaned against the cart. "thanks for hanging out with us today. the kid seemed to really like you."

You couldn't help but blush a little, looking at the sidewalk like it was the most interesting thing you'd seen all day. "They're nice, Toriel and Frisk. But... I can ask you a question, right?" You met his eyes, worried that he would get mad. You knew that it was a simple question- how did Toriel adopt Frisk? But still, you felt like it wasn't your place to be asking.

"ya just did." The skeleton grinned at you, but his smile became more forced after he saw your expression. "shoot."

"So, how is Toriel..." you drifted off for a second. How could your phrase this? "Toriel is Frisk's mom? How does that work?" You went back to staring at the ground uneasily, sure that you had made things awkward.

Sans chuckled, drawing yours eyes back up to him. "tori kinda taught them the ropes back in the underground. kept the kiddo safe for a while. when we came to the surface, frisk wanted to stay. so they did."

Holy. Crap. Frisk was the one who helped break the barrier. How did you not recognize them? "I didn't even realize, how did I not-"

Your neighbor's laugh broke you from what was about to be endless babble. "kid, don't worry about it. frisk wouldn't want to be treated any different from any other person."

"Kid?" Yeah, you should have been focused on your errors, but... Being called "kid" stung a little bit.

"what? did you like 'babe' better?" He had that grin on his face, that shit-eating grin he wore when told an exceptionally bad pun.

You couldn't help but blush. Yeah, of course you liked babe better. Every time he said it, it felt like your heart raised into your throat. "I-I mean," what excuse could you really make up at this point?

"i'll take that as a yeah." Sans pushed himself off of the cart, taking a few steps to you to close the space between you. Your brain didn't even have time to think up the million questions about what he was doing before Sans leaned in, pecking you on the cheek. You were frozen still as he stayed there for a moment, and you were sure you were as red as the umbrella next to you. When he did pull away, he winked at you. Yep, definitely umbrella red. "enjoy that nice cream."

You quickly squeaked and began your walk home. Could you be any more of a nerd? After you were a few blocks away, and out of his line of sight, you began to look around.

You were pretty close to home, but didn't really recognize the are. There were a few little shops here and there, and some houses too. You could see what looked like a convenience store, a bakery, and... Was that Catty? Looking up at the sign, you saw that it was the animal shelter she had talked about. Maybe you would visit some time. But today, you felt more like naps and movies.

First though, the nice cream. It wasn't quite what you had imagined. The nice cream looked just like a bright blue Popsicle, but it tasted like something you couldn't even explain. But, the taste wasn't the most interesting part. The wrapper, which was quickly stuffed into your pocket, had a cute, happy message on it. "Love yourself! I love you!"

You managed to find your way home, but it took much longer than you had expected. As soon as oh got home, you plopped onto the couch and grabbed the remote. You channel surfed until you found what looked like a marathon of Tim Burton movies, and snuggled into the couch.

You were almost asleep by the time your phone went off. Reaching into your pocket, you saw it was a text from Catty.

"Okay, that was totally you, right? Like, who walked by the shelter? I could have sworn, but you were all super red and stuff."

Were you going to have to explain the kiss from Sans? You were already trying not to think about it yourself. "Yeah, that was me. I should have stopped in, Sorry" you texted back as you propped yourself up on the couch. So much for that nap.

"Like, don't be sorry! What were you even doing?"
Before you could respond she sent another text.
"Wait, you were totally coming from the nice cream stand! Were you out with Sans?"

Even through text, Catty could see right through you.
"I was just walking him to work."

"Then why were you blushing?"

"It was hot?" How could you get out of this one?

"Does 'it' mean Sans?"

"No!!!!"

"So you don't think your boyfriend is hot?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Catty."

"That's the second time you didn't say that he wasn't your boyfriend." Well, she wasn't wrong. "You know what? You should just, like, come to the shelter tomorrow. We can talk about it then."

You sighed and put your phone on the coffee table. Guess you would put have a free day this weekend, after all. At least you wouldn't be laying in bed all day. It didn't take long for you to snuggle back into your couch and fall asleep.