with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

[skelepun]

Who: Sans + lots of people + YOU
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.



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[rraidergirl]

She'd spent the half hour tossing and turning ineffectively, so the yell was almost something of a relief. Lara tumbles out of her bunk and wanders over to open the door, smiling down at Sans.

"You certainly came prepared," she says, stepping aside to let him in, "What's all this?"

[skelepun]

"I'm babying you. It's gonna be a whole thing." Sans explains, with a shrug and a grin that extends further than usual. "I'm awesome at this, I promise."

Sans pushes inside, settling at Lara's bunk and arranging his bounty on the bedside table and mattress. "I've got over ten years on my bro, and lemme tell ya, that kid loved getting fussed over when he was a baby bones. I got this."

What's that? A not-so-subtle implication that Lara loves getting fussed at? Well, never let it be said that Sans didn't know how to tease.

[rraidergirl]

"Are you saying I love to be fussed over?" She'll outright ask, but she's smiling a little too, trailing after him to sit down on her bunk.

There's a moment where she's unspeakably, unbelievably happy that he's here, right now and real. She'd suffer a lot for that feeling. This doesn't seem like it would really be suffering, though.

[skelepun]

"I'm saying that you're what, twenty-one? Twenty-two? Psh, you've still got a few kid years left in you."

Sans pats the bed next to him, his perpetual grin a little broader than usual. He just might need this a little more than she did. Just maybe.

"C'mon, take one of these. Sorry if they're a little hot, it's hard to gauge that without skin."

[rraidergirl]

"I feel like I should make a skeleton joke here." She's sadly not a master punster, so instead she sits next to him, taking the mug he offers carefully. "Thank you."

[skelepun]

"Don't worry, I got you covered. No fibula." Sans winks, cocking his skull to the side with a quick nudge to the shoulder. "Any time, kiddo. You know I'm always looking for an excuse to slack off, that goes for slacking off on a good night's sleep too."