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Lena set her phone on her bedside table, plugging it in to its charger so the battery could recharge. "Hey!" a huffed whisper came from the door seconds before it opened, and Brit poked her head in, her hair slicked back and wet. She'd just gotten out of the shower, from the looks at it, a towel clung loosely to her body. Lena allowed her eyes to roam over it for all but a second before she turned away, frowning slightly. "Didn't know you were back yet," she said, walking across the room to the closet, where she pulled out one of Lena's sweaters. "So how'd it go?" She allowed the towel to drop, pooling at her feet, and she pulled the sweater on over her head, hair sticking up slightly in unsightly angles after it finally popped out from the neckhole.
"Mphh... It was okay. Great, actually, for most of it..." Now dressed in her sweater, Brit sauntered across the room and sat on the edge of her bed, raising a brow at her.
"...Buuuuuuuuuuut?" she drawled out, leaning over to lay her head on Lena's lap.
"...Well, Sans and I went to the store-"
"Ooooh~"
"Hush! So we went to the store, and this guy called me a...'fatass'. Then Papyrus said I have 'the most meat on my bones' out of everyone there." Brit made a small noise of unease that escaped her throat, and she frowned deeply. "He didn't mean it like that! It just... Still kinda stung...heheh." She shrugged her shoulders slightly, pulling out her phone to fiddle with it for a just a moment, and Brit laid over to drape herself across her back.
"People suck. I can't believe they would say that... You're perfect, babe!"
"Heh, thanks." She chuckled, then groaned, throwing an arm across her eyes. "Ugh... I need to get packing. Toriel said that she would take care of the arrangements for me to get a place there..." Brit hummed lightly, sitting up and glancing at the stack of boxes lying on the floor.
"Well then, we'd better get started, huh?" She got up and padded across the room to the boxes, folding one open and grabbing a roll of packing tape to tape the bottom. "You wanna start putting your clothes in here?" she asked, and Lena glanced over at her, frowning slightly.
"You're not mad...?"
"Hmm..." Brit hummed softly, grinning. "Nah, babe. You do what you want to do. If this is what you feel is right, then I'm behind you all the way... Now gimme that the clothes in that top drawer!" Smiling, she got up and walked over to the dresser, opening up the top drawer and grabbing everything she could hold in her arms, dropping them into the box. "Y'know that we're gonna be coming to visit sometime soon, right?"
"Yeah, of course! I'd be upset if you didn't... And maybe I could babysit for you guys sometime."
"Ooh, I like the sound of that! That'd give us some date time..."
The two of them carried on like that, talking back and forth between eachother for hours, slowly and casually packing up the rest of Lena's belongings. After the last few things were put away, they both laid sprawled out on her bed, limbs tangled together loosely, Brit resting her head on Lena's chest. "Gonna miss you babe," the short-haired woman muttered gently, fingers trailing up and down the other womans' arm. Lena sighed a quiet laugh, closing her eyes. "You're gonna have so much fun there. You're gonna be able to work with so many monsters, and eventually you can teach at the school, and you'll be close to your new friends..." Sitting up slightly, Brit gave a pointed grin, eyes half-lidded lazily. "And you're still close enough that I can come pester you anytime I want. ...You sure you don't want us moving with you?" Lena shook her head.
"You can't do that. This is your home. Your husband has work here, and your kids' grandparents' are here. I'll be alright." The other woman nodded slightly and laid back down, stretching her arm to reach for the remote so she could turn on the small television set up across the room. The soft glow from the screen illuminated their features, and Brit flipped through Netflix idly.
"How about one last movie-night?" Neither of them could really argue against that. Smiling, they settled down to watch television together.
"...and Fluffy Bunny ran through the forest, ducking beneath the underbrush and stopping to smell a dainty little daffodil. 'How pretty!' he cried, leaning up to-"
"BROTHER, DO YOU THINK THE HUMAN WILL COME TOMORROW?" Sans glanced up from the worn and well-read story book held between his bony fingers, browbones raising slightly. Papyrus had his brows furrowed, his teeth gritting together nervously as his hands plucked at the blankets.
"Yeah, bro, no prob. She said she was comin'." He turned the page, preparing to read it, but was interrupted, once again.
"BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW? MANY HUMANS SAY THINGS THAT THEY DO NOT MEAN." Frowning slightly, Sans' fingers stuttered across the book's page, dragging across the words as he thought.
"...I dunno, Paps. She just..." He paused, eyelights glancing around the room. "...She don't seem like the dishonest type, y'know? And if she were no good, Frisk would'a known it." This description seemed to pacify the larger skeleton, who quickly snuggled down into his blankets.
"DO YOU THINK SHE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS...?" Sans sighed. It looks like these types of questions weren't going to be stopping just yet. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, setting the book down on his bony lap.
"It sure seems like she's already your friend, doesn't it?"
"YES, BUT WHAT IF NOW..." Papyrus paused, shaking his head, as if to dispel the negative thoughts. "DO YOU THINK SHE LIKES SNOW ANGELS? MAYBE SHE AND I CAN BUILD A SNOW-HUMAN! AND SNOWBALL FIGHTS ARE ALWAYS FUN! SHE WILL HAVE TO FORGIVE ME WHEN WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!" His voice was hopeful and at the same time uncertain, and he yawned widely, jaw practically unhinging as he yawned childishly and freely. Despite his attempts to continue questioning his brother, his eyesockets were drifting closed as he nodded off toward sleep.
"Sure thing, Paps. All the fun..." he mumbled gently, face splitting in a fond grin as he watched his brother's chest slowly begin to rise and fall with his steady, sleepy breathing. The book was returned to its special place on Papyrus' nightstand and Sans left the room silently, standing out in the hallway for just a second as he pulled out and checked his phone.
| Lena: Finished packing. This room feels so empty now... I hope Papyrus feels better. I can't wait to see him tomorrow. And Frisk, and Toriel, and you. Goodnight. |
Frowning, he felt an unfamiliar rush of warmth settle in his cheekbones as his soul gave a small surge, and his thumbs tapped gently across the screen, hovering for a few seconds before they decided to cooperate.
| Sans: * you, too. g'night. |
Lena couldn't remember what exactly they had watched, but she remembered feeling someone curled around her from behind, an arm thinner than her own draped across her waist. 'Surely her husband is going to be upset that she's sleeping in here with me...' she couldn't help but think, even though she knew that he understood perfectly. Brit always had been lucky, having such a patient, understanding spouse. A part of her wondered if she'd ever find someone like that for herself.
"Why're ya not sleep'n?" a tired voice drawled from behind her, and she smiled, rolling over to face her friend, tucking an arm beneath her head.
"Sorry, just anxious, I guess. Go on back to sleep, Brit." She nodded and did just that, eyes slipping closed again, and, soon enough, her chest was rising and falling steadily with her deep, sleeping breath. A fond smile spread across her face, and she sighed tiredly, nuzzling into her pillow sleepily.
How long had it been already, since she'd been living here? This place had begun to feel like home shortly after she'd moved in, and now here she was, getting ready to leave... The small pang of hurt that struck at her heart made her ache, but the promise of newer things and a future masked over that well enough. 'I hope Toriel's school gets up and running. Maybe I can still teach there, even though I'm human... I'm only a semester away from completing my teaching degree. What do monsters teach?' So many what if's and questions rose to her mind, tiredly mixing and mashing around until she couldn't tell which was which. She wouldn't be alone, though, right? Brit was still always in her corner, and she had new friends that she'd happened upon and met... If she could call them friends yet, that is. She hadn't known them long at all, but they'd been so kind to her. Toriel, and Frisk, and Papyrus, and...Sans? Maybe. He was a bit difficult to read, but he'd seemed to be lightening up a little bit.
After another few episodes of some show she didn't know, Lena fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep, plagued by the future unknowns and butterscotch pie.