Sans POV

"Now you're the one making it awkward!" I laugh.

She smirks and plugs her headphones back into the computer, taking them off and putting them down. Aww, she's blushing. I grin and ruffle her hair. She lets out a hiss and jumps.

"Calm down there," I tease her.

She glares, but I can tell her mouth is aching to smile. My phone gives a buzz.

FishFace: Are you over with Finch?

PunMaster: yup.

FishFace: Oooooooh ;)

PunMaster: no, no and no.

FishFace: You know, I've been thinking.

PunMaster: really? i didnt think you were capable of such a thing.

FishFace: SHUT UP PUNK.

FishFace: And I realised.

FishFace: YOU TWO WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT COUPLE.

PunMaster: why?

FishFace: ...

FishFace: I dunno. BUT YOU WOULD.

PunMaster: what do you think this is? some cringey fanfic written by a lazy thirteen year old?

FishFace: How specific.

PunMaster: hey, do you think we should make a group chat?

FishFace: I see you changing the subject.

PunMaster: i didn't do that in maths equations.

FishFace: That barely even qualifies as a pun.

PunMaster: so?

FishFace: Whatever punk, you two dweebs get back to your, ahem, BUSINESS. I'm gonna visit Alphys.

PunMaster: keep it PG.

FishFace: I'll try.

"Who are you talking to?" Finch asks.

"Just Undyne," I shrug. "Do you think this'll pass whatever test the nurses give it?"

"Maybe," she avoids my eyes. "But, uh... I think I have to wait a bit longer for the wound to heal."

"You just want to stay with Paps and I," I grin. "Go on, admit it."

She rolls her eyes, smiling slightly, and stands up.

"We should head back."

She picks up some of her clothes, her MP3 Player and headphones before turning to me.

"You gonna teleport us?"

I nod and step forward. Instinctively, she crouches slightly, ready to run away.

"My bad..." she mutters. "It's just- I'm used to getting the hell out of wherever I am when someone approaches me."

"Except for that one time where you were stabbed," I point out.

She purses her lips with no answer and I teleport us home. It's tiring enough to do it once a day, twice sort of leaves me exhausted.

"Do you want me to grab some ketchup out of the fridge? I-" she notices how winded I am. "Aaand you're going straight to bed."

She grabs the sleeve of my hoodie and climbs the stairs.

"I'm-" I huff. "I'm ok, I think."

"Don't try that with me," she rolls her eyes.

"I mean," I grin. "I'm not complaining or anything, it's just that ketchup seems promising right now."

"I'll get it," she shrugs.

She practically shoves me into my room and I slip under the covers of my bed. She leaves the room and comes back gripping a bottle of ketchup and a astrophysics book. She passes them to me.

"I saw you reading it the other day," she scratched her neck awkwardly. "I mean, do you want it?"

I nod.

"Thanks, you know it's not every day that someone actually wants me to be drinking ketchup in bed."

She chuckles.

"There's a first time for everything," she folds up her clothes, putting them on her mattress, and looks at her phone. "Hm, what do you know, Alphys just invited round to watch some anime."

"Remember that it's on the right of the hill Asgore, Tori and Frisk live on," I lower my (author sighs) eyebrows. "Not the left."

"I know, I know," she rolls her eyes.

I wonder if they ever get tired from all that movement.

"I won't get lost this time."

"I can't be bothered to find you again tibia honest," I wink.

"I'm out."

And with that, she walks out of the room. I smirk and open my ketchup bottle with my teeth. I find the page of the book I last folded down and begin to read.

'Infrared observations are usually made with telescopes similar to the familiar optical telescopes. Objects colder than stars (such as planets) are normally studied at infrared frequencies.'