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It's been four weeks since you have met Sans and Papyrus. Since then, it's been a mix of you eating meals at the skeletons house, them eating meals at your house and you and Sans going for drives or shopping. Now it's February 9. You plan to take both brothers to town for Walmart shopping. Papyrus had gotten a flyer in the newspaper and wanted to get some pasta that's on sale. As you finish getting ready, Sans knocks on your door. You know it's Sans because he always knocks twice, while Papyrus knocks five times. Standing by your door, you ask, “Who’s there?”
“honey dew.” You hear laughter outside.
“Honey dew who?”
“honey, dew you know how fine you look right now?” You giggle.
“You haven't seen me yet.”
“then open the door so i can say it again.” Sans asks.
Opening the door, you see Papyrus by your car with a scowl on his face. He had obviously overheard your knock knock jokes. Sans looks at you up and down before grinning largely at you.
“honey, dew you know how great you look right now?”
“I think I have an idea.” You respond with your own grin. Grabbing your purse, you step outside next to Sans. “Ready to go?”
“yep. this way, m’lady,” Sans bows and sweeps his hands in a grand gesture to the car. You giggle again, stepping past him and stopping by Papyrus, who opens the driver side door. You smile and thank him, sliding into the car. Papyrus grins and leaps into the back as Sans makes his way into the passenger seat.
“Everyone buckled?” You ask, starting the car to heat it up. It's unusually warm today so the car doesn't have to idle too long. Getting sounds of affirmatives from your friend's, you pull out of the driveway and start towards the highway. Papyrus takes control of the music, plugging his phone into the aux cord and playing Mettaton music. It was a hiphop, pop style mix that was both catchy and annoying. Papyrus, of course, knew every word to every song. Sans couldn't help himself my annoying his brother by singing the words wrong. As Papyrus let out literal steam out of his nasal cavity, you couldn't stop laughing. Sans, seeing you break down in giggles, sends a wink your way, causing you to fall farther into laughter, almost to the point you have to pull over or risk getting into an accident.
After 15 minutes of driving, you reach the edge of what everyone by the harbours cal Town, including the busier parts of the municipality. Papyrus ooohs and ahhs at the few houses with Christmas lights still up. Another 10 minutes of driving you make it to the Crossing, a village-esk area filled with shops and stores. The bigger Walmart was here and a Home Depot and they had just opened the first Ikea here. The first one in this corner of the country. As a Tims came into view, Sans turns to look at you with wide eye sockets.
You huff lightly as you get into the turning lane. “Fine. Papyrus, do you want anything?”
“DO THEY HAVE SPAGHETTI?” He asks. Sans laughs and shakes his head.
“nah bro. but they have hot chocolate.” You glance in your mirror in time to see Papyrus’ face light up.
“I WILL TAKE A HOT CHOCOLATE PLEASE, HUMAN!”
Within a few minutes you all have warm drinks in your hands or cupholders. a further down the road is where Walmart is, so you all sit in the car drinking hot chocolate, french vanilla and double double. Once Papyrus is finished his drink you and Sans drain yours and get out of the car after the taller monster.
Walking into Walmart with two skeleton monsters garnished you with some strange looks, but not all of them were bad. Nova Scotia was a bit behind compared to Ontario and other parts of the country. We were mostly very open minded, but there was still some blatant racism around. It wasn't always obvious but every now and then a story on the news would pop up about a person of color getting pulled over three times in a week for driving a nice car, or a shop turning away someone for the clothes they wear.
That said, most of the looks we got were more curious in nature. Sans and I watched as Papyrus walked through every aisle in the food section, looking over the quality and nutrition facts before making a decision and putting a few dozen boxes of pasta into the cart. You all spent an hour walking through the store, looking at things on sale and sometimes putting them in the cart. You watched Sans slip a pair of red gloves for papyrus at one point and you had put a small bucket of peach rings in the cart at another point.
You watch in amusement as Sans and Papyrus went through a self serve checkout station, laughing as Papyrus said thank you to the machine before following them back to the car. You make a few other stops at other shops when one store had caught Papyrus’ or Sans’ eyes. You made a quick run into Michael's to get some craft supplies and another at Bed Bath and Beyond. Sans had went into Princess Nails and came back out with the tips of his phalanges painted that oooooohhhh soooooo pretty blue color! When he noticed you gawking, he pulled out a bottle of nail polish with the same color. You blushed when he handed it over to you with a wink. Papyrus doesn't notice the nail polish until we were on the way home and scolded Sans for being silly and not getting his great brother any pretty finger colors.
When you pull into the driveway it was starting to get dark out and you invited the brothers to come in for dinner. While channel searching Sans comes across a bunch of chick flicks in the movie section.
“whats with all the girly stuff and chocolate?” He asks at one point when a man gives a girl a heart shaped box and a bouquet of red roses.
You glance into the living room and see what he’s watching. “Oh, Valentine's day is coming up in a few days.”
“what day? Sans asks confused.
“Valentine’s day. It's a day of romance and love. People give their partners or crushes flowers and candy and chocolate. A lot of people use the day to confess love for those they like too. Nowadays it's mostly a moneygrabber for flower shops, restaurants and candy stores.”
Sans makes a sound of understanding as Papyrus calls out asking where you put your MTT Brand Glitter. You laugh as you go back into the kitchen, not seeing the look on Sans skull.
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The day of the fourteenth came hilly and overcast with snow heavy in the air, threatening to fall out of the clouds. You wake up to the doorbell going off and grumble as you get to your feet, slipping into your slippers and housecoat. Opening the door shows nobody, but a package on the welcome mat that you never took in when the snow first came down a few months ago caught your eyes. Bending down to pick it up, you notice there isn’t any footprints in the fresh snow from last night besides the ones on your step.
Going back inside, you open the bundle of what is obviously flowers and find an assortment of flowers. There were a few orchids, some yellow roses, bronze mums, alstroemeria, statice, and a single pink rose. Immediately going to your computer, just because you're old doesn't mean you haven't moved with the times. Your son Morton showed you how to use the internet and kept you somewhat up to date on the technology.
Searching for a website with the meaning of flowers, you find all the flowers and their meanings.
Yellow roses mean joy, gladness and friendship. Alstroemeria mean devotion and friendship. Bronze mums mean joy, long life, truth and wonderful friendship. Statice means lasting beauty. The orchids mean love, beauty and mature charm. The pink rose means to me friend, perfect happiness. Turning back to the flowers you look for a note, finding a small one in the middle of the throng.
-orchid see that today would be a good day to give these to you. happy valentine’s day.
There wasn't any signature, but it wasn't really hard to guess who sent these. With a smile and a giggle that reminded you of your teenage days, you pulled a vase out and put the flowers in it, putting some water inside. with a hum you place the vase in the center of the kitchen table. With that, you go about your day.
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Sans wasn't in his house and Papyrus’ car was gone, so assuming he had plans you go to the store yourself. Grabbing a few staple foods such as bread and milk, plus a few extra things, you make your way to the usual cashier you go to on the day you come here. Once everything was paid for, the cashier, Brenda, holds out a small box to you.
“Someone had dropped it off not too long ago and said to give it to you.” She said, handing the box over. It was a typical red heart shaped box with a ribbon tied around it. You thank Brenda and go out to your car, untying the ribbon and opening the box to reveal chocolate. Taped on the inside top of the box was a note.
-you're the sweetest thing i've ever come across. not even these sweets compare.
“Awww.” You sigh in happiness. You haven't been this romanced since Matthew started courting you back when you were in school. There had been a few attempts on the behalf of other men that has tried to worm their way into your heart, but none were successful. Closing the box and putting it next to the groceries, you put the car in drive and make your way to the Tims drive thru before going home.
Ordering your usual french vanilla, you are surprised once again when you go to pay, only to find out someone has already paid for you. Then again when a few of the workers come over and hand you a red rose each. The younger workers are giggling and whispering to each other and the older ones smile kindly at you. With a thank you, you leave for home, a giant smile on your face accompanied by a faint blush.
When you pull into the driveway, you notice that the Papyrus’ car is still not there. You walk up the step to your door and find a pot with a herb planted. on the outside of the pot is the words: “you had me at aloe.”
“Oh my.” You murmur, holding the pot close in one arm while the other held your shopping bags and roses. Walking into the kitchen, you set everything down before seeing a post-it note on the back of the plant.
-i like you from my head tomatoes. i'm not an impasta. will you dine to go out with me tonight?
Under this was a childish check yes check no box. With a smile on your face, you pick up a pen on the table and check yes. Seeing ink through the paper, you flip it over to see a side note reading to leave the note on the front door. Doing that, you go to the bathroom to have a soak before getting ready for dinner.
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At six thirty, there was two knocks on the door.
With the biggest grin you've ever worn on your face, you call out. “Who’s there?”
“nine.”
“Nine who?”
“you're a nine and i'm the one you need.”
You laugh and open the door, revealing Sans dressed up in a suit and holding a white carnation. He holds it out for you and you take it putting it with the other flowers he has been giving you all day. Going back to him, you watch as he looks you up and down with his eye lights bigger than usual and… heart shaped?
“but i think you're more of an eleven.”
“Oh hush you,” Your face heats up, swatting Sans on the shoulder. “Thank you for the gifts.”
Sans has a very faint flush on his own face. “‘was nothin’.” he mumbled, holding out his arm. “you ready to go?”
You nod, wrapping a hand around his offered arm. He leads you out to Papyrus’ car that was parked behind yours, already running and warmed up. He opens the passenger side door and bows dramatically, your giggles filling the air. When he gets in the driver's seat, he buckles up and throws the car into drive, going towards town. “So where are we going?”
“somewhere.” Sans muses. You huff and turn the radio on, changing the channel to something with 70’s music. Sans nods approvingly when Guns ‘N’ Roses came through the speakers. After that came Bon Jovi and you and Sans sang along to every song that played up until he pulls into the parking lot.
‘Somewhere’ turned out to be a nice Irish pub called Finbars. Fancy yet casual. Sans turns the car off and glances to you, looking into your eyes. “this ok?”
You nod with a smile. “Perfect.” He grins back and gets out, running over to open the door for you, once more holding his arm out. You take it and together you walk to the crowded restaurant.
“Good evening and welcome to Finbars. Do you have a reservation?” The host asks politely as soon as you and Sans enter the building.
“yup, it should be under sans serif?” Sans tells him. The young man looks at a clipboard in his hands and must find the name because he looks up at you and smiles.
“Yes! Right this way please!” He sets the board down on the counter behind him and leads the way deeper into the restaurant, Sans and you following.
Once seated, the host handed you and Sans menus and with another smile, left back to the front. Not a minute later a waitress was there, asking for drink orders. Sans orders a bottle of the mouse white wine, looking over to you for acceptance. You nod and the waitress disappears, coming back again with the bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
“too bad they don't serve monster drinks.” Sans says after she left again, taking a sip from his glass. “this stuff is good, but the alcohol doesn't affect monsters.”
“No? Is there any monster restaurants around?” You ask, taking a sip of your own glass. It was a very good wine.
“we have a few underground. mettatons hotel had a really posh place where i did stand up comedy. there was a place in new home, by the king's castle that made some good stuff. my favorite place was just down the street from me. grillbys. wonder where the hothead is now?” Sans says looking down at the menu. You look down as well. You've never been here before, but some friend's had and they say it was great food.
You and Sans make small talk, him telling you about the Underground a bit and you telling him some of your family. Thinking about it, they were due for a visit soon. You couldn't wait to introduce your family to Sans and Papyrus.
After a few minutes the waitress came back and took your orders. Sans orders bangers and mash (banger sausages and mashed potatoes with sauteed onions and beef jus) while you got the Finbars Messy Melt (seared chicken breast with spinach and artichoke dip, tomato and melted Asiago cheese on marble rye bread). You both go back to talking about the past, you bringing up that you would like them to meet our family when they came down in a week or so. Sans blushes at that and you snicker as he tries to cover it by taking a swig of wine.
When the food comes, you both stop talking long enough to eat and savor the delicious flavors bouncing on your tongue. You spare a moment to wonder if Sans was able to taste his food before seeing that he most certainly was by the look on his face. After the food was gone, you share dessert (Baileys Bread Pudding - Baileys Irish Cream, chocolate chips, cinnamon and ice cream) before leaving the restaurant, Sans insisting he pays as he was the one to ask you out. You compromise by leaving the tip and then you were back in the car with Sans driving back home.
By the time you pulled into the driveway, you were grinning ear to ear, a permanent flush on your face from all the laughing and talking and singing you had done in the last few hours. Sans also still had the light blue dusting on his cheeks. As you stand in front of your door with Sans next to you, you felt like you were in a cliche chick flick movie. Sans must have gotten the same vibe as he chuckles before looking seriously at you.
“did you have a good night?” He asks, looking uncertain for the first time that night. You laugh and pull him into a hug.
“I had an amazing night. Best valentine's day in a very long time.” You watch as the uncertainty leaves his face and he smiles up at you. Standing side by side, he wasn't that much shorter than you. Maybe a few inches.You might have to lean your neck if you wanted to-
Your thoughts take a seat on the back burner when Sans threads one hand through the short hairs on the back of your neck, the other coming to rest on your cheek. “i’m glad.” He says before tugging you down gently to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.
It was odd. There was no press of lips, but something was there to cushion what would have, on a regular skeleton, been a pressure of hard bone.
It was odd, but not unpleasant.
You lean in and tilt you're head just a tad bit and kiss him straight on the mouth. He startles and pulls back in shock. You giggle and lean over to kiss his cheek before stepping back towards your door.
“Thank you, for everything.” You tell him opening the door and slipping inside a bit.
“you're welcome.” Sans’ face is fully blue again and you can't help but giggle again. You are about to shut the door when he speaks up again. “maybe you would like to do it again?”
“Sans,” You tell him looking at him standing there, blue face and slightly rumpled suit, a faint smear of your lipstick on his cheek. “You will most definitely be taking me out again.”
His smile becomes even bigger than the goofy one he was wearing a moment ago. “great! have a good night then! goodnight!”
“Good night Sans.” You say before shutting the door.
What a great night.
You couldn't wait for the next time you see him. Especially if he will be wearing that pretty blue blush again.