Late Night Massages

Late Night Massages Part 2.

Sans was never a huge fan of working, especially if it involved late night shifts, as it would interfere with his "breaks" and his whining as you would put it, often led to you mocking the skeleton and stating how easy a night shift is; for example there are no customers to deal with and most of the staff had already left by then so any neccessary social interaction wouldn't be required and who were you kidding, you could just laze around for the majority of the shift doing odd bits of paperwork here and there. Of course this was not the case for you as your apparently sleep addled brain at the time had forgotten how tedious stock taking and organising could be and thus you paid the price for your underestimation of the restaurants stock and the seemingly high shelves that your short self had to endure literally climbing to reach or move things. It was, to say the least, a struggle and one you would not likely hear the end of from sans.

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He gives you a small grin and proceeds to ask "how are you"? With a noticeable mirth in his eyes. What a sadist.
You sigh in exasperation, slightly aggravated at the dumbfounded question cause in all honesty how does it look like you feel? Nonetheless you reply With an aggravated tone "do I look ok?, cause I certainly don't feel it"
You plant your head on the cool marble table and groan rather loudly whilst sans observes your pained and peculiar behaviour. Before you can remark your irritation to his intent staring you once again feel cool, bony hands on your shoulder and before you can retort or tell sans to stop mocking you an audible (to your displeasure) "ooohhh" manages to escape your lips and flee into the now quiet room.
Your whole body tenses and you slowly rotate your head to look a very gleeful looking sans in the face. You begin to stutter "t-thats n-n-not, uhhh, w-what you think it w-was, that was my, um m-my stomach.... yeah my stomach was growling. I'm h-hungry haha...." throughout your mild floundering sans was stood there, one arm slightly outstretched and hand slightly retracted from your mumbling and now more awake self, that had moved from your seated position and was currently flitting around the kitchen avoiding your gaze. He was, in the most simplest of ways to put it, amazed at the noise you had made, he had never heard you make a sound quite like that before and it intrigued him to no extent. You tried to keep yourself preoccupied with something or anything that meant you could avoid his sight because you knew what was coming. Puns. God forbid he make a pun about how red in the face you were but you wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing. You freeze as you hear a muffled laugh, then a giggle and as you turn around you see him burst into giggles which brought you into falling into a fit of giggles along with him. As the two of you calm down from your high sans asks " mind telling me what that was about?" Trying not to smile but failing as you get the feeling he already knew vaguely what that sound you had procured meant, but being the light hearted person you were decided to go along with it and huffed "you just surprised me is all, I was expecting mockery, not a massage" he studied you a moment and replied with "well ya looked tired and stressed so I thought I'd help ya relax a lil" his small smile turned into a sly, almost predatory grin as he continued with "but I see massages do a lot more for ya huh?"
With that remark said your face flushed an even darker shade of red and you tried your best to say something in your defence but, having the terrible timing that you do, could not form any words in retaliation which unfortunately for you caused sans grin to grow even wider if that was even possible. You can see from the look on his face he's about to come up with either a pun or a sly comment so before he's given the opportunity you force yourself to say "goodnight" with a slight waver and squeak to your voice, much to your displeasure and speed off from the kitchen and to the safe security of your room. You shut your door quickly and fall against the door, hand on chest, heart hammering away and leaving a very amused, chuckling skeleton downstairs.