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The skeleton brothers’ house was filled with the aroma of parmesan cheese and marinara sauce.
With guidance from the recipes that Toriel so generously shared with him, Papyrus was busy whipping up his very own Italian spread. Of course, Sans was elated, and was egging him on from the moment he got the idea. Sans could never pass up an opportunity to receive free food. Plus, he’d have an excuse to invite Frisk over. He had been hesitant to contact her, knowing how busy she was with her own affairs.
Apparently she was hard at work perfecting her fighting techniques. Despite her being an ACTing virtuoso, Undyne insisted on helping her defend herself in the Underground. After being seen with the leader of the royal guard on the regular, she became popular with the townsfolk. Sans thought that was great for her, but it had been a minute since they had a heart to heart chat.
Over the past few months, he has taken quite a liking to her. That was no small thing. San didn’t usually consider people more than acquaintances.
So, with a heavy gulp of his pride, Sans sent Frisk a text.
Sans: yoooo. papy’s making a bunch of pasta tonight and its actually good. wanna come around 6pm?
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It sat on seen for about fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes of sour regret that he even believed she’d be available. At least he didn’t mention anything about wanting to catch up or anything candid like that. Sans decided to shove down the mild disappointment and go through the rest of his contacts. Papyrus was definitely inviting a good number of people, but Sans needed his own connections.
It was a Friday night, so there was no chance Grillby was free. Toriel was the conservative type. There was a low chance that she had plans for the evening. However, she did say something about meeting up with an old friend. Sans could imagine the long, drawn out conversation she’d have with whoever that was.
To his surprise, a notification from Frisk popped up on the top of his screen. Almost immediately, he returned back to their conversation.
Frisk: hmm…alr sure! I’d have to get cleaned up, so how does 6:30 sound?
After reading her message, Sans could feel the weight of anticipation slide off his shoulders. He shot a text back.
Sans: Sounds good to me :)