You were finishing up cleaning the kitchen after you’d cooked dinner, and Papyrus still hadn’t come home. But that happened often, he either got caught up in a brawl, or he was chatting with Undyne about royal guard things. It took him long enough to ask you on a date, and even longer to make it official. But you were glad he did. He still surprises you with how sweet he can be, granted he still has his cocky moments. But you admire him for it. You were hoping he’d be home in time for dinner tonight, you made his favorite; lasagna. From scratch too, the sauce and everything, it’s alright though. Stuff happens, and he can always have it later. you continue with the dishes but the silence bothers you and you turn on the radio. The sound of upbeat Jazz that makes you wanna tap your feet fills your ears. You had the house to yourself right now, so you could play as loud as you wanted. You hummed and swayed your hips to the beat as you cleaned the last few dishes. As you were putting the plates in the cabinet, you felt a bony hand resting on your hip. The other reached around you to turn down the wonderful buoyant music before it settled on your waist. You leaned your head back on his chest, looking up at him.

Hi, Angel