His New Favorite Color

The two of you were like that for hours, pressed against each other, talking, laughing, and eventually sleeping. When you woke up, the sun was shining through your window and Sans was already gone. You could see that your clothes- wherever you had flung the, the night before- were gone, along with Sans’. Instead of the skeleton, a pile of clothes was on the bed next to you, with a note on top of it. Picking up the paper, you read what he had scrawled,

“had to go to work, see you tonight
hope ya don't mind, i grabbed you some fresh clothes
figured you could really use em,
sans” 

You could have sworn there was a tiny heart next to his name, but it had been erased near perfectly. Sorting through the pile of clothes, you filled with embarrassment. He had picked out your bra and underwear, which means he had went through those drawers. Maybe you shouldn't have been embarrassed, considering that he had just seen you naked, but you were anyways. Not to mention the fact that they weren't the most casual of undergarments. But under those were a pair of you old sweats and a hoodie that didn't belong to you. It took a second to realize that it was the one- or at least one of them- that Sans always wore.

Though it would be embarrassing to admit, you could tell that it still smelled like him. You had started to find comfort in it- even if the ketchup scent had taken some getting used to. There was an old woody scent, like he had been been in an ancient library, pouring over books for hours, somehow transferring the smell of parchment to him. Then again, you could picture him actually doing such, so maybe it wasn't as far fetched as it sounded.

Slipping on the clothing he had laid out for you, even the immodest choice in underwear, you appreciated your boyfriend’s style. Comfort. You hadn't even worn those sweatpants since you graduated from high school, the word “SENIORS” still holding strong onto the pants. To his credit, they were incredibly comfy pants.

After managing to get up and go to the bathroom, you stopped to look in the mirror. Originally, you had planned to just tie your hair up and and call it good. But that was before you saw the condition of your neck. There were several hickies on either side, and what was surely a bite mark on your shoulder. Had he really been doing all that when-

You shook your head, fighting the blush that was rising to your face. It was way too hot to wear a scarf, and there was no way you were going out in public like that. So, while trusting in your makeup skills, you did your best to cover up the marks. You'd have to get new concealer soon, judging by how much you used, but by the end it was almost impossible to see the marks that Sans had so kindly left. Of course, if someone looked hard enough or, God forbid, removed the makeup somehow, you'd be in for a world of teasing and questions.

Just as you had finished, your phone started going off, making you run back into your bedroom. Catty was calling you. Sighing, you picked it up, hoping that she'd be chill.

She wasn't.

“OMG OMG OMG,”

“What is it, Catty?”

“OMG,” she was practically screaming into the phone, the thrill evident in her voice, “Okay, like, he's gone, right? You should totally tell us EVERYTHING.”

Crap. “Do I have to?” You whined. Telling people about last night was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Yes, of course you do, _______!”

“We're wicked happy for you two,” Bratty squealed from the background.

“Wicked happy,” Catty repeated. “Besides, I have some totally great info for you.”

“Alright, alright,” you gave in, walking to the other side of your apartment. Catty was waiting for you at the door, dragging you to the apartment across the hall. Boy howdy was it pink in there. You didn't even have time to look around before being pulled onto the couch next to Bratty, who was currently engrossed in her phone.

“Okay, like, spill! What happened?” Catty was almost vibrating with excitement, and Bratty put down her phone.

“Um, well last night,” you tried to think of how to make the story short and sweet, “Sans picked me up from Jay's place, then he and Papyrus had an argument which ended in Sans staying at my place for the night,” stopping, you shook your head. “Not like he got kicked out, Paps just wanted to be alone, it's not a big deal.” They were looking at you excitedly, which made you even more nervous. “So Sans wanted to sleep in my bed as a joke, and then we kissed, and we kept kissing, and,” you could feel your face turning beet red, “Then stuff happened.”

They both squealed in delight, pulling you into an awkward group hug. “About time!” The spoke in unison.

“Could you guys really hear us?”

“Well, like,” Bratty looked at her best friend before continuing, “it's not like you were that loud,”

“For the most part.” Catty concluded, snickering.

Shaking your head, you slipped off of the couch, standing up. “It's not a big deal, really.”

“It so is, though!”

“You guys can like, totally pave the way for like, equality and stuff,” Bratty said, picking her phone back up.

“You're way overestimating us, really. Not everyone finds this so charming.”

Catty jumped up, grabbing you by the arm. You recoiled from the sudden movement, and could've sworn that there was a flash of pain in Catty's eyes. “I almost forgot to tell you! I was talking with Dorris about your whole job situation thing, and she totally wants you to come in and talk to her. “

“Wait, like, your boss Dorris?”

Catty nodded, to which you grinned. Working with animals should be fun, right? Sure, it might be a bit of a struggle sometimes, and you might have to get a part time job too, but anything was better than working with your asshole of a boss at this point.

“When could she see me? Should I call first?” You still weren't very great with new jobs- after all, you'd only ever had two.

Bratty giggle from behind you, and you turned to look at her. She was engrossed with her phone again, typing with the speed you could only dream of. She saw your questioning looks and glanced up between you and Catty. “What?”

“Who's so funny?” You plopped back down on the couch, trying to get a look at her phone.

“Is it a boy?” Catty tried to reach for the phone, but Bratty was quick to pull it away.

“It's nothing,” she said, but her blushing cheeks told differently.

“Please?” You whined, still trying to get a good look. As Catty reached for the phone again, Bratty moved in just the right way, allowing for you to see the screen of her phone. You gasped, awestruck. “Is that-”

“No!” Bratty yelped before you could finish.

“You're talking to Jay?” You managing to grab the phone to get a better look. “Oh my god, how many emojis can you have in a name?”

Catty looked over your shoulder, squealing. “It is a boy! And a human boy. No wonder she totally wants you to ‘pave the way!’”

“We're just talking, that's totally it!”

“How is he even awake, it's still before noon!” You exclaimed.

Bratty stole the phone back, huffing as she turned it off. “You guys are like, totally judgy.”

“Not judgy, excited.” You corrected her. “It's not every day two of my best friends get together.”

“Awwww,” they started, “We're your best friends?”

You laughed, a tinge of pink finding itself on your cheeks, “Unless Jay or Sans asks. I told them that Papyrus is my new favorite.”

“You two are totally cute!” They spoke together.

“I don't know how y'all do that all the time.” You shook your head, pulling out your own thanking you for leaving a note, and one from Papyrus telling you how amazingly well his night went.

“Well like, we should probably go and see Dorris, right?”

“Oh, yeah!” You nodded to Catty, “But maybe I should change first?”

The purple monster grinned, more towards the sweatshirt you were wearing than at you, but still. Was it getting hot in here? You excused yourself to go change, only to put on some black leggings and a tank top under his hoodie. You touched up the makeup on your neck a bit, adding some to your face as quickly as you could. Once you looked presentable, you put on your shoes and headed out with the girls.

They decided it would be best to walk, since the shelter was close by. Halfway through the walk you have up on the hoodie, tying it around your waist instead. It was already unusually cold for July, but there was no way anyone could wear something that heavy outside yet. The girls had giggled at you, teasing you simply with the looks that they gave you. By the time you arrived at the shelter, you were beginning to wonder if it was possible for your hips to sweat.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Dorris greeted you as soon as you stepped through the door, “Catty my dear, I don't believe you have a shift today.”

“Oh, I don't, but I brought my friend!” Catty nudged you forward, “Like, you remember ______, right?”

Dorris’ smile grew, nodding as she stepped out from behind the counter. “Of course, of course. So you're here about the job?”

“If you have the time to talk, I'd love to-”

The older woman cut you off. “Catty’s already sweet talked me into the idea, all I need now is to see how well you do with the animals.”

“Makes sense,” you nodded.

“So what I was thinking,” she grabbed some papers from the desk, put them in order, and stapled them together before handing them to you. “You volunteer for a bit. It'll give me time to see how you work with the animals and how well you can do your work, and it gives you time to quit your old job with that horrible boss.” She shuddered, “I don't know how anyone could be so ignorant.”

So Catty had filled her in on the situation, apparently. Good to know that you didn't have to explain everything, then. “Right. That makes sense.”

“Let's say, two weeks? Our hours are usually pretty flexible, though we will need a heads up in advance. When can you start?”

You thought about it for a moment, deciding it was best to start when you wouldn't have work. “Friday?”

Dorris nodded, moving back behind her desk. “Then I'll see you soon.”

With that, the three of you left, heading back home. You made sure to really look around, taking in all of the shops around you. There were a few you recognized, but they were all still so new.

“Hey, Catty, lets like, get some lunch.”

“I was totally thinking the same thing, Bratty!”

“Any good ideas, ______?”

“Actually, I know there's this really good take out here. I haven't bothered to order any since I moved, but it sounds so good right now.”

Bratty and Catty shared worried looks. “Like, not to sound harsh, but like, a lot of people won't deliver around here.” Bratty said.

You didn't have to ask why at this point, you only had to keep from getting mad. “I'm sure it won't be a big deal. If we order now, we could probably meet the delivery guy before we go upstairs.”

After small hesitation, the two monsters agreed to try it out. You pulled up the menu on your phone, letting your friends choose their order. Either the restaurant didn't know or didn't care, they agreed to deliver your food where you asked.

Just like you had thought, the three of you beat the delivery guy, but just barely. You took the food upstairs, and chowed down with your friends. Thankfully they thought the food was as delicious as you did, saying that you'd all have to get it again. You spent the rest of the day with them, and you realized just how much you had missed being with a group of friends.