You were visiting your boyfriend’s house once more, sitting on a small stool while laid across from Farmer eating warm soup together that he had just made. It was quite a nice lunch, the pleasant and savory taste lingering on your tongue. Your attention onto the food, you weren’t focused onto the flying roach circling around the table from above eyeing the sight.

Before you know it, the insect had landed onto your arm with a small squeak. You instantly shrieked out of shock, flapping your arms around to get it off you. Farmer’s eye sockets widened at the abrupt shot of panic before trying to conceal his laughter under his gloves.

With one hand, he first stabilized you gently until he smacked the bug onto the table in an instant. Farmer scooped the remains into his palm, getting up to slide it in the trash as your eyes stood trained onto the now dead roach.

“Bug duty, cleared. Wudn’t much for the big ol’ Farmer Sans.”

He remarked with an over dramatic proud smile on his face, wiping his hands while Farmer walked back over to the table.

“My payment, love?”

The skeleton commented again, pressing a soft finger to his cheek in a teasing undertone. In return for being your own personal insect remover, seems like he wanted a kiss in return for his “troubles”.