"C'mon, Brit, do we really have to 'try out' all of the furniature...?" Lena had a hand covering her face in embarrassment, peeking out between her fingers at her friend who, presently, was sprawled out on a rather large mattress, groaning.

"Fuck, this one's comfortable..."

"Britni!"

She laughed loudly and rolled over onto her stomach, being sure to keep her shoes off of the plush pillow top of the mattress. "Whaaaat? You wanna try it out before you buy it, right? Gotta make sure it's comfortable!"

"Well, yeah, but...you've sat on, laid on, sprawled on, and flopped on every single cushioned surface in this store since the moment we walked in," the redhead said, deadpanned, and Brit shrugged her shoulders, grinning sheepishly. "I think you're just killing time so you get extra time out of the house." The short haired woman held her hands up in surrender, sighing.

"Alright, alright, you got me... But seriously, you're leaving me today! I'm entitled to a little extra time with my girlfriend!" The pouting frown she put on made Lena groan, throwing her head back and walking off, away from her friend and toward a section of recliners. "Hey, wait up!" she cried, stumbling off of the bed and jogging to catch up. She slid her arms around Lena's waist, resting her chin on top of her head. "You know what all you're wantin'? You should have enough in savings for it...buuuuuut-"

"Nope. If I don't have the money for it, then I'm going without it," she said, casting a side-eye to her friend who seemed to deflate a bit. "You have two kids. I can live without a bunch of furniature for a while. That's what saving up is for, right?" The short haired woman nodded, and Lena smiled. "Good. Now, to track down a sales person so that I can see about buying and shipping this shit..."

Sleep had been evasive as usual, and it was apparent, Sans noticed, from the dark circles that rested just beneath his eyesockets. They'd always been there a little bit, but today, especially, they were noticeable. Papyrus was, no doubt, going to ask about them. 'Shit.' The dim little white pinpricks of light in his eyesockets glanced over to the digital clock sat haphazardly on his dresser, and he groaned loudly. 10:30 AM. He hadn't yet been able to fall asleep, and now it seemed unlikely that he'd be able to at all. He could feel the lethargy settling into his bones, and his magic felt like cold sap running through his marrow. 'Maybe I can sneak in a nap before dinner...' He reasoned with himself, knowing, though, that it was unlikely. His brother was awesome, but if Sans could dare say he had one complaint, it would be how against naps he was.

A strong buzzing noise broke the relative silence in his bedroom and he frowned slightly, shimmying across his mattress and disentangling himself from the sheets to grab his phone. The bright light of the screen that came on once he unlocked it made him squint, pushing out a hiss of air between his teeth. "Five unread messages" was what the screen proclaimed, and he closed his eyes, sighing a bit more softly. Instead of reading text messages, he'd really much rather be asleep. There was nothing better than when he was asleep, blisfully unaware of anything and everything going on around him. His chest had begun to rise and fall more steadily as his breathing had evened out, nearly dozing off. Another buzz startled him 'awake' again, and he growled, opening up his phone and reading over the messages.

| Tori: Greetings, Sans! This is Toriel. I am writing you to ask if you are still going to be helping us move Lena into her new home today. The plan was for this afternoon. Please let me know. Thank you very much! Sincerely, Toriel |

The formality of her messages always left him feeling a little uncomfortable, but it was just so 'her' that it would feel weird if she typed any other way. Scrolling down, he read over the next few messages, mouth slowly screwing into a small smile.

| Lena: Ew, it's too early. I want to go back to bed. |
| Lena: Brit NEVER wants to wake up this early, why is this happening to me? |

| Lena: She and I are going furniture shopping and then we'll meet you all at Toriel's house. |

| Lena: She's going to make me sit on every single thing this store owns, I swear to god... |

A light and easy chuckle escaped from him, and he sighed, dropping his phone onto his lap and stretching his arms above his head. The last message had been one from Frisk, one that he'd asked for, but, as soon as he saw the answer, had regretted asking.

| Frisk: green |

So his suspicions had been right. The pale green tendrils of aura he'd spied the day before weren't just a trick his eyesockets played on him. 'Green souls are usually associated with healing magic, and are gentle...' He shook his head quickly, forcing the thoughts out as he rolled himself out of bed and to his feet with a groan. Today was going to be a long day.

"I'm up, 'm up..." he grumbled softly, getting to his feet and quickly dressing in his most casual, most comfortable clothes. He noted with the smallest amount of amusement that the t-shirt he so happened to grab had "bone tired" written across the front in boney-looking text, and it was so fitting that he had to wear it. It, along with a pair of baggy sweat pants and his usual navy blue hoodie, was his chosen outfit for the day as he shuffled toward his bedroom door, slipping on a pair of house slippers before exiting his room.

"THERE YOU ARE, SANS! ENOUGH BOONDOGGLING, THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE!" His brother's eager and energetic voice made him chuckle softly, nodding his head as he purposefully walked more slowly down the stairs, watching Papyrus tap his boot impatiently.

"Yeah, bro, I'm on it."

"YOU MOST CERTAINLY ARE NOT. I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU MOVE SO SLOWLY, EXCEPT FOR WHEN YOU ARE NAPPING." A knock from the front door interrupted any more of his nagging, to which Sans was silently thankful, and Papyrus swung the door open quickly to reveal a startled human, hand raised to knock again. She was tall, for human standards, and had incredibly short brown hair, with longer strands just on the top of her head, sweeping over to hang in front of her eyes a bit. Sans narrowed his eyesockets as Papyrus tilted his skull in confusion. "YOU ARE NOT THE HUMAN LENA. HUMAN, WHO ARE YOU?" Her surprise seemed to wear off rather quickly, and she grinned up at the taller skeleton.

"Sorry 'bout that, Lena's in the middle of talking with the furniture guys. My name's Britni, but you can call me Brit-"

"HUMAN BRIT! OF COURSE! HUMAN LENA HAS SAID MANY KIND THINGS ABOUT YOU, AND YOUR HUMAN OFFSPRING!" His choice of wording made the human laugh rather loudly, and she nodded, as if in approval.

"Yeah, I figured. You're Papyrus, right?" she asked, and Papyrus turned to his brother, eyesockets wide with glee.

"SANS! THE HUMAN ALREADY KNOWS MY NAME!" Sans chuckled, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"And you're Sans..." Her tone seemed to drop off a bit at that, and she stepped more into the room, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, silently sizing him up. He stood his ground, giving her a lazy grin, his eyelights never once leaving her face. After a few tense moments like this, her face broke into a smile. "I suppose you're cool. You seem like an alright guy. Maybe just got a few too many skeletons in your closet." She shrugged and started walking back toward the front door, and it took that entire time before Sans realized her pun, snorting loudly and shaking his head.

"Hey, Lena! They're up!" the new human called, her expression morphing quickly to one of concern as Lena came storming down the hallway, her pale cheeks red with anger. "Woah woah, what's up, babe?"

"They just..dumped my furniture..." she mumbled, and her friend drew in a sharp breath, scowling. Sans suddenly realized that humans were capable of intimidation when they put their minds to it.

"What the fuck?! Why?!"

"Because of, um...where I'm moving to..." There was a long, pregnant pause, and the short-haired human gave an empty laugh.

"Ohhh fuck no, where are they? Are they still here? I'm taking care of this."

"N-no, Brit, wai-" She was already tearing down the hallway, and Lena struggled to keep up with her, leaving the two skeleton brothers watching in confusion. Papyrus looked down to his brother, expression begging an explanation, to which Sans gave a simple shrug and they followed after the humans. Once they got outside, they found Brit shouting at two men wearing moving company uniforms, all three of them looking just as displeased with eachother. Lena was flitting about behind her friend, tugging on her arm, only to have it jerked away as she went into another angry tirade.

"Look, lady, your friend here didn't say she was shacking up with a bunch of demons!" The terminology made Papyrus flinch visibly, frowning, and Sans felt his magic boiling within his bones. Brit's face burned a dark red, her eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they looked permanently inseparable.

"Guess she's realized they're the better fuck, when there's guys like you out there. Take your big mouths and tiny dicks right back to that furniture store. We'll move this shit ourselves!"

Oh. Sans really rather liked this human.

He guffawed loudly at the disgusted and offended looks on the human men's faces as they glared at the human woman, who just stood, hands on her hips, her eyes full of hell fire. They were quick to climb back into their truck and speed off.

"And GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE!" she bellowed after them, panting heavily, and it was only then that it came to attention that tears were streaming down her face.

"HUMAN, YOU ARE CRYING! ARE YOU HURT?" Papyrus jumped to her side immediately, heavy gloved hands landing on her shoulders as he craned his neck every whichway to try and seek out her injuries. She blinked up at him in surprise, then snorted and shook her head.

"Nah, I just cry when I get really mad."

"BUT I THOUGHT CRYING WAS A SAD THING?"

"Welll it can be, but overly emotional people, like yours truly," she said, gesturing to herself, "cry over any damn thing. Some people even cry from happiness." This seemed to shock the skeleton, his jaw hanging open wide, and Brit snorted and laughed at his expression. "Well, come on, boys. Lena and I will carry the boxes. You two strong men can handle a little furniture, right?" she asked, sweeping her arm in a sideways motion as if revealing the furniture set carelessly in the parking lot.

Like she even needed to ask.

"FEAR NOT, HUMANS, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL QUICKLY AND EFFICIENTLY MOVE IN THE FURNITURE FOR YOU! WE WOULD NOT WANT YOU HURTING YOURSELVES TRYING TO MOVE ANYTHING TOO LARGE WITH YOUR WEAKER HUMAN BODIES." Brit's head snapped up at this with a glower, and Lena dragged a hand across her face, groaning an "oh my god".

"What? Nah, y'know what, big-bones and I got the furniture. You help her with the boxes and shit!" she barked, pointing at Sans with a finger before she turned on her heel, grabbing two of the dining room chairs and looping her arms through them.

Sans sidled over next to Lena, who was watching the entire affair with a frustrated expression. He carefully bumped his elbow into her ribs, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess we should weight and let them do their thing, huh? Don't wanna get in their weigh." The look she gave him was one of total abhorrence, and he laughed as she heaved a sigh. Oh yes. Teasing people with puns was probably his favorite.

"Why...the fuck..did you have to buy such a big bed?"

"Because you picked it out. Remember?"

Lena was standing in the middle of her new kitchen with Papyrus, putting plates and cups away carefully and shooting her friend, who was collapsed on her back in the middle of her livingroom floor, a cheeky glance. Her only response was lazily lifting a hand and flipping her off, which Lena laughed at, shaking her head as she closed her cabinets.

"Well, that looks like everything. All that's left is me putting my clothes away." Papyrus joined Sans to sit on the new sectional that took up a good portion of the living room, though he looked far less relaxed than his brother did. ...Actually, that was probably impossible. The one word that came to mind to describe how the smaller skeleton laid on her couch was 'boneless'. And she'd never, ever, use it, because it would be accepting the dark side that is bone puns. She finished folding up the moving boxes and knelt down by her friend, a look of concern flickering across her expression. "Are you okay...? I know you have back problems sometimes." Brit waved her off, pushing herself into a sitting position.

"Nah, I'm fine. Nothing a good crack can't fix," she muttered, planting her feet and twisting her upper body. Her spine gave several loud cracks in response, and she groaned, feeling the tension leave almost immediately. A shriek came from the couch and the humans' eyes shot up to see Papyrus, hands covering where his ears would have been, a horrified expression on his face. Even Sans looked preturbed, his posture a bit stiffer than it was.

'WHAT IN STARS' NAME WAS THAT?!" he screeched, and Brit raised a brow.

"She just popped her back... Is that not something you guys can do?" The fervent shake of skulls sent the message loud and clear, and she heard a suspiciously mischievous giggle come from next to her. "Oh no, don't-" Before she could finish her sentence, Brit twisted herself the opposite direction, giving another small series of pops and cracks. Papyrus all but scrambled across the back of the sectional, hiding behind it enough that only his eyesockets were visible. Her friend then moved on to her fingers, threading them together before rolling her arms outward, cracking them all at once.

"MAKE IT STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF SPAGHETTI, MAKE IT STOOOOP!" Sensing his distress, Lena turned to her friend, who was now doubled over giggling, and gave her a stern look.

"Brit! Cut it out!" she scolded, and the other woman snickered quietly, nodding her head. "I mean it!"

"Alright alright! I'm sorry, I won't do it again... Ugh, what time is it even? Want me to run and grab dinner from somewhere?" The redhead pondered this for a moment before giving a short nod, and Brit grinned, pushing herself up. "Alrighty, I'll be back." Her knees popped loudly when she straightened her legs, and Papyrus launched himself over the couch, clinging to Sans, who absentmindedly pet his skull. "SORRY! Sorry, I really didn't mean to that time! It was an accident!" She walked out the door and managed to just barely get the door closed before she lost herself laughing. Sighing, Lena sat up and joined the skeleton brothers on the couch, patting Papyrus' shoulder.

"She really is a good person... She just likes to tease people. A lot... Like, a whole lot..." she mumbled, tone getting increasingly lower, and she gave the two an apologetic glance.

"Nah, 's cool. If she's friends with you, then we can tolerate her."

"WE COULD TRY TO BEFRIEND THE HUMAN'S HUMAN FRIEND!"

"Yeah, maybe... I suppose we could take a crack at it."

The look Papyrus gave his brother then was one of absolute disbelief and disgust, and Sans had a hard time keeping his laughter silent. It escaped in little snickers and sputters. He finally lost it when his brother threw himself to the other side of the couch and away from him, sitting closer to Lena, who just rolled her eyes at them.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU."

"Aw, c'mon, Paps. Hey, when we ask her to be friends, should you or I be the one to-"

"DO NOT-"

"-pop the question?"

"I REGRET ALL THE THINGS!"

When Brit had returned with food, Papyrus had taken to sulking in the kitchen while Sans sat cracking more jokes (ew) and Lena played along. For a while. After about fifteen minutes of puns, though, she'd gotten tired of it and joined his brother in the kitchen. The late afternoon was spent with good company and decent-enough takeout. When the time came for them all to part ways, though, the two humans started sitting a little closer. Brit curled up next to Lena on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, and Lena didn't talk about the new wet spots that were suddenly accumulating on her shirt. Sitting up and wiping her eyes quickly, Brit eventually left home, leaving Lena in her new apartment alone.

It was the first time she'd lived alone for a long time, and, well... She had grown used to the constant little noises. The sounds of her friend's children running through the halls, banging on doors, laughing, crying, fussing, talking nonstop. She loved it. It made the space she occupied feel just a little less lonely. She'd been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized the front door was still wide open.

Sans, setting out for a walk, peeked in the doorway and, seeing the human sitting on her couch staring into space, knocked a bony knuckle on the doorframe. She jumped.

"Heh, sorry, kid. Didn't mean to make ya jump out of your skin," he drawled, and she huffed a small laugh at that. The little tendrils of aura were fainter now, and he frowned. "'Sup, kiddo?" Why was he asking? She looked up at him, then down to her lap, then back up at him, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Oh, nothing. Just not used to things being so quiet..." He nodded and gave a small hum of understanding.

"Feelin' bonely, are we?" She gave an exasperated sigh, though her smile turned the slightest bit more genuine. "Hey, wanna come have dinner with me and Paps? He's makin' spaghetti." The invitation was a surprise, and that clearly showed on her face. He raised a hand to scratch at the back of his skull. "If you'd rather not though, that's cool."

"N-no!" she said, a little too quickly, and her cheeks flushed the faintest bit. "Um, no, I'd love to. If you're sure it's okay, that is..." Smiling, he jerked his thumb in the direction of the hallway just behind him, turning on a slipper-covered heel and walking in that very direction.

"Nah, Paps'll love the company. He gets bonely sometimes, too-"

"Oh my god, just stop," she whined, smile widening, and she quickly got up to follow, closing the door behind her.

'Yeah,' she thought, 'Things will be okay here...'