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following rusβ round. only his crimson glints would flicker in the otherβs direction.
β `m i sβpposed to be pissinβ myself? givinβ a lil cry? kehβ donβt flatter yerself. β
@papsrus a hushed grunt ticks past his mouth, brow bones furrowing at the more than unwelcomed jerk he responded with upon the contact.
β whatβs it to yaγhuh? β
asgore forbid his expression veer sheepish. his heels tear at the dirt, as it was rather difficult to keep himself from
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grew into a wider smile, and he broke out into a gravelly laugh, a reddish hue hinting under his sockets. red unwinded his fingers from the tallerβs clothes and his hands found their place into his shorts pockets.
β youβs so full a shit.. need a damn dump truck. β
@papsrus his brow bone lifted upwards ever so slightly in anticipation of whatever he mightβve been βasking for.β the tension in his shoulders travelled to his fur lining, making the matted fibers stand up like a threatened feline.. until rus threw him a curve.
his gnarling teeth
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@papsrus a chuckle slips through those jagged canines, tinging almost sweetly despite the gruff tonage.
β i can get uglier. β
he purrs, finger twirling one of the cords leading to stretchβs hood.
β butγyou? hell, i canβt top this. β
back with the empty slander, and heβd give a
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a bit hypocritical of the comic, but heβd play the part easy. as rus goes for another blow, red makes a swift reach for his orange cuff, giving a light yank so his other hand can grip a handful of hoodie string and polyester.
β βr i gotta do that tooγγslick? β
@papsrus the fell tried his best to remain a certain level of dull to the mild hits, but as his jacket lining fluffed with the harmless wallops, he couldnβt hide the growing glint within his sockets.
β π±π’πγyer all talk. quit thβyappinβ and you might get somewhere. β
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own comfort and spares a snide grin to go along with it. his fingers subconsciously ghost the collar where rus had previously traced it.
β quick slug to the jawβnd i might be able to fix it. β
@papsrus β yeahβ β a hitch in his voice momentarily catches the skeletonβs words. thrown off by the affection, which isnβt exactly familiar in redβs books.
β yers. β referring to the otherβs face, because back to the banter it is. sans regains his vulgar front for the sake of his
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@papsrus hahh.. his chin juts upwards, almost involuntarily as he has to will the sweat from breaking upon his skull.
β pβ .. plenty. β
redβs digits find themselves in his fist, and he cracks his knuckles as if the tension would be relieved in doing so. but heβs still rigid as ever.
@papsrus a gruff protest could hardly slip through his grit teeth as the unexpected gesture was too quick to feign away. the mild clink of his chains sounded as his surprised face buried into citrus cotton.
β ever heardβf personal space? β
grumbling.. and a mild attempt to pry away.