Chapter 11
You kept your head down as you picked up the glass pieces, waiting for the blow to come. When Sans suddenly moved forwards you couldn't help the flinch. The sharp edge of the piece you had picked up cut into your other hand as you put it down, making a diagonal gash from your pinky to just under your thumb. You pulled your hurt hand to your chest, noticing with mild amusement it was your left hand, the same side that had been broken. The blue magic he used amazed you, almost as much as how his one pupil turned blue when he used it.
Watching Sans with half lidded eyes, you answered his questions shakily. It had surprised you when he sat on the floor, and even more so when he seemed shocked that you made him breakfast. The blue blush on his cheekbones was endearing and your heart lifted a bit as he complimented your food. You didn't move from the floor as he ate, watching through your eyelashes. Opening your eyes fully was something you didn't like to do. It made you feel vulnerable, like people could see in. Once he was done eating you reached out slowly to take his bowl, but he pulled it back.
"Nope. Ain't letting you clean until I get to look at that cut of yours." His deep voice was calm and slightly teasing. You'd almost forgot about the cut on your hand, and looked at it to notice in dismay that you were getting blood on your sweater.
"C'mon kiddo. If I promise I won't bite will you let me take a look?" You catch his wink this time, and nod slightly. Shyly holding out your injured hand, Sans slowly reaches his own out and takes hold of it. His touch is gentle, his hands warmer than you expected.
"Ouch. That looks pretty painful." Sans winced, enveloping your hand in a soft blue glow. You felt his magic spark along the cut, healing it. Compared to Toriels healing magic his was weak, but you appreciated it greatly. As the glow faded he wrapped your hand in bandages that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"But, on the other hand, you're alright." He joked as he finished wrapping, chuckling at it himself. You giggled lightly, reminded of Toriel again, and thought that she would be great friends with Sans. It made you trust him a bit more to know that he had the same sense of humour as her. His smile seemed to grow a bit at your laugh, and he let go of your hand.
You tested opening it a couple times and found that while there was a slight pulling sting, it was fine. Giving a small thank you smile, you picked up the empty dishes and put them in the sink. You hadn't expected Sans to eat all of the food you made, but it made you happy that he did. As you cleaned up the kitchen you had to constantly walk around Sans, who had apparently decided that getting up was too much effort and was now leaning against the counter. You didn't really mind though, it brought back some pleasant memories. The bad jokes he made while you did the dishes made the time pass quickly.
"Hey kid, howsabout you come to work with me. No sense leaving you here all alone, and I wouldn't mind the company. Unless you have other plans." He didn't really seem like he cared either way, and you thought about it. It was probably better if you kept going, tried to find your way out, but you really wanted to spend more time here. Maybe there was more to learn here. You nod again, putting the last dish on the drying rack and turning to him. His eyes traveled to your sweater, and you remembered the blood on it. You didn't have another sweater to wear, but the thought of going out in bloody clothes seemed like a bad idea. Sans seemed to get that, and in a second a white sweater floated over to you, carried by his blue magic.
"Here ya go. One of my extras, but white isn't really my colour. Clashes with my skull." Sans grins as you pull on the sweater, zipping it up. It's big on you, by 2 or 3 sizes, but it's warm and makes you happy. Again you give a small thank you smile, grabbing the hand he offered you.
"Let's head out then. I know a short cut."