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following rus’ round. only his crimson glints would flicker in the other’s direction.
“ `m i s’pposed to be pissin’ myself? givin’ a lil cry? keh— don’t flatter yerself. “
@papsrus a hushed grunt ticks past his mouth, brow bones furrowing at the more than unwelcomed jerk he responded with upon the contact.
“ what’s it to ya、huh? “
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 taller’s clothes and his hands found their place into his shorts pockets.
“ you’s so full a shit.. need a damn dump truck. “
@papsrus his brow bone lifted upwards ever so slightly in anticipation of whatever he might’ve been ‘asking for.’ 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.
“ i can get uglier. “
he purrs, finger twirling one of the cords leading to stretch’s hood.
“ but、you? hell, i can’t top this. “
back with the empty slander, and he’d give a
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a bit hypocritical of the comic, but he’d 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.
“ ’r i gotta do that too、〜slick? “
@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 couldn’t hide the growing glint within his sockets.
“ 𝘱𝘢𝘭、yer all talk. quit th’yappin’ and you might get somewhere. “
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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.
“ quick slug to the jaw’nd i might be able to fix it. “
@papsrus “ yeah— “ a hitch in his voice momentarily catches the skeleton’s words. thrown off by the affection, which isn’t exactly familiar in red’s books.
“ yers. “ referring to the other’s 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.
“ p— .. plenty. “
red’s digits find themselves in his fist, and he cracks his knuckles as if the tension would be relieved in doing so. but he’s 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.
“ ever heard’f personal space? “
grumbling.. and a mild attempt to pry away.