Underfell Sans (Sans)

You and Red have been dating comfortably for a good few months now after a slightly shy but all round very happy confession of mutual love that had been growing for a long while, and while he flirts a lot more now and is absolutely loving getting to smother you with affection when permitted to, it’s actually pretty similar to your previous few years of being firm friends. Prank wars, lazy days (when you’re both not working), cuddly nights, and a supportive charming big-boned bonehead with a big grin and a great sense of humour.

With one massive leg slung up on the couch arm and the other dragging down to the carpet, your giant skeleton lover snored unbearably loudly, a book over his face and his black jacket used as a makeshift blanket. He was sprawled out, with one arm over the back of the couch and his other hand resting on his chest, leaving absolutely zero room for you on the already sizeable couch. A slight trail of translucent red drool slipped down his chin, fully in his element as a lazy bastard. And he was all yours. What a mess.

– Sans