Chapter 11:
Tops Off
Toriel gave me a gentle hug and patted Arial's head before exiting the house. Papyrus beamed with excitement the moment the door closed.
"WE GET TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER LIKE WE USED TO!"
Sans and I chuckled. I should have figured I wouldn't get to sleep that easily tonight. Papyrus was in a flurry to pick a movie and get together bedding for my stay on their couch.
"Hope I was right in assuming you wanted to stay here tonight, Frisk." Sans spoke as we watched Papyrus.
I nodded and started to dig through my bags to get night clothes for Arial and I. I found hers with no trouble but realized I neglected to pack any for myself.
Cursing under my breath I glanced at Sans. "I'm happy to be with you guys, you know that...uh, I hate to impose, but can I borrow something to sleep in? I didn't pack much for myself..."
Sans shrugged. "Come pick something out. I don't know how well my shirts are gonna rest well on you."
I smiled at the easy flowing jokes and followed him upstairs. His room was still a bit cluttered as it used to be. The bed was tussled, its sheets draped halfway onto the floor. The tornado of junk was long gone from the foot of the bed and a computer was now hooked up in another corner of the room. Everything felt like home.
The skeleton wandered over to his dresser and opened up the top drawer. I often wondered if he wore a form of underwear and if there were any hidden in that chest of drawers. Every time I had searched as a child I never got to even opening a drawer.
He turned my way and tossed me a white tee. "Try that on kiddo."
I nodded and took off my layers until I was down to a final shirt. Taking a moment, I glanced down and realized that I was about to change in front of Sans. A blush crept onto my face once again and I turned from his casually watching eyes. I had to tell myself that he didn't see me as anything other than the kid that had left them so many years ago.
My hands gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. My chest was now bare for a moment while I transitioned into the borrowed garment. Ever since Arial was born I chose to opt out of bras, which to my benefit saved me money and the back pain of a bra in the first place. He had seen my breast when I fed Arial, so why should I feel any less comfortable as I had then? I glanced Sans's way once my head poked out of the cloth and his eyes were averted from me all together. As I lowered the shirt, I thought I caught a glimpse of blue on his cheekbones but I must have been mistaken.
The shirt hung nicely on my body without leaving much to the imagination of what was underneath. None the less it would be far more comfortable to sleep in for the evening.
"This works great. Thank you, Sans." I smiled his way.
He shrugged once more and put his hands in his pockets. "Maybe you should take my room tonight too. It'd probably be better for you and Arial anyway."
"I couldn't take your bed from you too...I'm fine with the couch."
He shook his head with a chuckle. "I'm already a couch potato. Don't worry about it."
