Fairytale Complex - [Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Four | Hotel (Part 1 of 2)

And you say that last part in the most grotesquely cute-ish way possible – the manifestation of the '👉👈' emoji incarnate.

"If you stop talkin' like that, sure," he replies, throwing a shirt on. "I can cook somethin', if ya want."

"No." You walk up to him and place your hands over his shoulders, making stern eye contact. "You're forbidden to do anything for today."

"Why?" There's a big grin on his face – bigger than usual. 

"Cuz I said so."

Saying that, you let him go, double-check to make sure you've got everything you need with you, and head off toward the exit, gesturing for him to follow.

"There's no news on… those guys, is there?" he asks, when you step out of your hotel room.

Sans locks the door, then you check it once, and he checks it twice, current topic bringing forth worries that had buried themselves since you took that shower together.

"No," you reply, frowning. "I looked through all my messages, but it was just family, friends, and others dropping in to see how we were doing."

Your own response gives rise to the need of checking out your phone again – as if you've received a new notification, but really there's just something you've left unfinished, and it's beginning to bother you the most now.

"Um… One sec."

You stop right as you're making it out of the hallway, moving aside to prevent blocking the path for others.

Despite what you said to him, there's still one text you haven't opened, and the flashy app still reminds you of it by keeping a circle by its top-right corner, tempting you to open it for the sake of clearing that circle off – and totally not having some peace of mind over what Brenda wrote.

"I got a message from Auntie Brenda, too, but…" You trail off, frown growing when you give more thought to the situation. "Should I open it? I already read the preview, and it goes something like this…"

👩: Good morning, dear.

I'm worried.

Do you have time to…

You've shown him the message, and by the time he's done reading, you see his grin has toned down, and that the lights in his eye sockets have softened on par with that change in expression.

"Well, uh…" He takes a hand to the back of his skull and huffs. "Maybe you should, but I don't wanna make this decision for ya." His hand falls on yours, and he lifts it up, then tugs it, making you look at him. "But if you're just askin' what I would do…" He closes his eye sockets and hums, gripping your hand tighter when he opens them. "I wouldn't – not right now, when I'm on an empty stomach, and when I know I'm gonna eat soon. Whether it'll be a good thing or not wouldn't matter, cuz then I'd be too busy thinkin' about what Brenda wrote to care about eating. Probably." He lets out a laugh. "So, what I'm sayin' is… Eat first, rest a lil' more, and then you can check what it says. When you're feelin' more well-rested, and less like the world's weighing down on you."

"Babe," you call out, smiling. "Look at me for a second."

He does as you ask, stepping on his tiptoes when you gesture for him to do that next.

When he's at your reach, you grab his cheekbones and bring him against you, newfound strength allowing you to lift him.

A kiss follows – first chaste, then anything but. Of course, you glance around every single damn, nook, cranny, and corner before you do that, yet the hallway is as empty as it's quiet. He responds with a shorter kiss, though with a stronger hug, hands falling on your rear as you lift him higher – almost carrying him, at this point.