[closed] Parenting is tough

[gainedlove]

Who: Sans, Toriel, and Frisk
When: Evening of the 11th
Where: Sans's quarters
What: A kid has nightmares and interrupts some old memes
Warnings: Discussion of child death later on


[Prompts below!]

Comments

Pre-Frisking

[gainedlove]

[git lovey, u nerds]

[inruins]

[It was one of the quieter nights on the ship, the excitement over the vacation planet was still fresh and leaving those aboard exhausted when they returned. Toriel was no exception to this, her search for playground equipment that met her standards had left the day longer than she would have liked.

The boss monster had settled on the edge of Sans' bed, leaning back a little whilst she relaxed.] When the boxes finally arrive, I'll have to show you what I found. I'm fairly sure the children are going to enjoy the equipment.

[skelepun]

Still can't believe you thought that big. [Sans grins, rubbing at his socket lazily. It's been a full day -- far more active than most Sans cared to participate in -- but the exhaustion was more pleasant than usual. Earned, in a way.] I just bought a bunch of crud for myself.

[Well, and presents, but Tori would find that out later.]

Drinks were nice, though. [He shifted a little, shoulder leaning hard against Toriel's as Agent Clank played out on the small flatscreen he'd picked up on planet. Sans could quote it by now, but hell if he was bored yet.] N' this is pretty nice.

[inruins]

Peter helped considerably in making the idea happen in the first place. He's a nice young man who wants to help. [The boss monster has no qualms with Sans settling against her, his weight isn't really enough to disrupt her.

A gentle arm curls around him, the grip is easy and loose enough Sans can shrug it off if he wishes.] Yes, it is. I'm glad we've had this... nice break the past few days.

[skelepun]

Peter, huh? [Sans lets out a dry laugh, settling firmer against her side; broad and warm. It's hard to keep the warmth from his voice as the subject shifts to one of his favorite crew members.] Yeah, yeah he is. He tries real hard.

[To the second point, Sans goes rigid for half a moment before resettling. His body seems to droop, comfortable in a way that went beyond usual relaxation.]

Heh... same.

[inruins]

[She smiles softly at the skeleton monster relaxing into her grasp.] He tries too hard sometimes. I hope he can give himself a break.

Hopefully we can have another bit of time off again like that. Maybe in a month or two? Even if that is a bit selfish to want.

[skelepun]

Heh, dream on, T. I'm pretty sure that kid doesn't have a pause button.

[Still, he's comfortable, and Tori's voice is relaxing.]

Being selfish is underrated, you should indulge in it more often. [He shifts his body slightly, jaw resting against her chest to look up at her.] What do you want right now? Don't stop to think about it, just say it.

[inruins]

Does any teenager have a pause button is the real question. [She jokes softly back. The fondness Sans has for the boy gives her a good idea he knows Peter far more than she does.]

I would... quite like to kiss you. [He wanted her to just say it, so she does.]

[skelepun]

[Any fond chuckling about Peter goes right out the window when she drops that bomb. The last time they'd... well...

It's not the happiest memory for either of them. But even with that weighing on the act, Sans can't help but feel a warmth blossoming at his sternum out to his shoulder blades.]

I, uh... I don't think I've gotten any better at it.

[inruins]

It tends to take practice. [Their first kiss was... a disaster to say the least, but Toriel won't count it against what they are. It is a part of them, but not the definition.] I've managed to headbutt a few people in my time before I got the hang of it.

[skelepun]

Headbutts I can totally do. How do you think I kissed my brother goodnight when he was a kid? [Sans laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, magic rushing to his cheekbones. This is happening, isn't it?

Welp.]

Do you, uh... [He starts, leaning forward slightly, not particularly clear on what to do first.]

[inruins]

Somehow I am not surprised. [Toriel has to laugh a little herself at the mental image.] It sounds like you two.

I can always... start if you wish? See about getting comfortable with the idea together.

[skelepun]

Heh, uh... yeah, I think you're gonna have to. [He grins, a little wider and more nervous than usual.] Ready when you are, T.

Knock, knock

[gainedlove]

[Frisk hates nightmares. They're scary and stupid and they shouldn't be having them after this long. Yeah, they don't like dying, but it's just part of how their life is, isn't it? Why they have to keep reliving those moments, over and over...]

[Getting a full night's rest would be more productive.]

[Bare feet carry Frisk down the hall, a blanket pulled close around their shoulders. Pausing in front of Sans's door, they hesitate a moment before knocking.]

Sans? 'Re you 'wake?

[skelepun]

[Never, in the history of kissing large and impressively goat-like women, has a skeleton jumped so immediately from a knock at the door.

To Frisk's ears, they might here a thump, an apology, a few rushed inaudible questions, before the door creaked open and Sans' grinning face could be seen through it..]

Heeey, buddy. [Any residual nervous energy dies as soon as he fixes his sockets on Frisk's face. Sans reflexively opens the door wider.] Whoa, hey, are you okay?

[inruins]

[Toriel for her part smooths out the slight ruffle of her fur, already on her feet as Sans moves towards the door of his room.

Any embarrassment is gone as quickly as it comes. Frisk can likely see her standing in the background. It doesn't take long for her to step forward as well, parental instincts rising. Her child's expression gives her a strong idea something is wrong.] Frisk?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk is startled to see Toriel there as well, and suddenly they're ashamed for even more reasons. Selfish need for comfort and embarrassment at interrupting the date war with each other, and Frisk ducks their head with a small nod.]

I jus'...I hadda bad dream. 'M sorry.

[skelepun]

[Embarrassment wiped away completely, Sans puts a hand on Frisk's shoulder, ushering them inside.]

Psh, don't sweat it, kiddo. We were just watching a dumb movie. Wanna sit in?

[inruins]

We'd be happy for the company, my dear. [Toriel closes the distance, walking to meet Frisk properly as Sans ushers the human child into the room. She naturally reaches out to brush her fingers through Frisk's hair.] Don't worry, we're here for you.

[gainedlove]

[Frisk steps in with a small smile, immediately leaning in to Toriel's hand and nodding gratefully.]

Okay. Thank you. ...um, what movie 's it?

[skelepun]

You know how I call Ratchet 'Jeeves' sometimes? This is why. [He settles in, motioning for Frisk to take a seat between them. There's a blanket and (mostly) still intact bowl of chips.

That's how you knew it was a date, really. If it were just Sans, that bowl would be a half eaten bag.]

You'll forget all about that bad dream, promise.

[He didn't make promises lightly, no, but well. What harm could an extremely goofy action flick do?]

[inruins]

It is very funny. I never quite expected to see Ratchet like this. [She agrees easily, more than happy to head to the bed and settle down again.

Whenever Frisk settles down themselves, Toriel will dip in to give the child a peck on the head. Frisk has no chance of escaping the doting.]

[gainedlove]

Really? Ratchet made a movie?

[Yeah, that little touch is telling enough, but the two monster's parental affections are more than enough to keep any further shame from Frisk's interruption at bay. They sit themself down right in-between Sans and Toriel, snuggling in and giggling quietly when their mother kisses them.]

[It's really amazing how much just a little love can help make you feel less alone.]

[skelepun]

His buddy made a movie. [Sans explains, throwing an arm around Frisk's shoulders once they're settled.] He plays the driver. You're gonna never see him the same way again, I promise...

[As Sans clicks play, they make quite the scene. A mom, her kid, and her weird friend, snuggled together while a small robot enacts a convincing reprisal of every spy movie ever. All the cliches are present and accounted for.

Including the guns.]

[inruins]

It is quite the adventure. [Toriel gladly quiets after that, content to just snuggle with her child, hoping to help ease whatever nightmare occurred.

The movie itself should do just as much to help as far as she's concerned. It's silly enough she doesn't think much of the guns or more cartoony violence that happens on screen.]