#sorry it took so long

rksohee:

it was the first time in a while that sohee had felt exhausted. her new pet kept her on her toes. having an axolotl meant a lot of regulation of the tank water and consistency. even if her father had gotten an automatic machine that does most of it for her (clean the tank, add chemicals to the water and keep it proper temperature), sohee usually did routine checks every second she could to make sure her baby was okay.

she also had to teach ellie not to try and swat at david while he was swimming around. darn cat was young but still lively and very much so a hunter. the axolotl may not have been a fish per say, but it was still a smaller animal that looked fun to play with, sohee supposed. so to get herself out of the house she went back to the dance studio for some extra time dancing. it wasn’t as nearly as strong as her singing (she had to work a bit harder than others to nail choreographies) but the extra dedications didn’t bother her.

like any other person she wore out eventually, deciding to snuggle up on the floor for a few minutes while her phone charged. that’s not to say that a “few minutes” easily transitioned towards thirty which she was well on her way to achieving. there was a sudden vibration throughout the floor thanks to the thumping music. the music was at a much higher volume compared to what she had been playing previously. the sudden transition from silence to complete noise jolted her awake physically. she jerked into alertness and looked up sourly in the direction of the amplifier.

instead she found herself looking at a man dancing along to the music, which had been the last thing she was expecting. so many irate and half explored questions littered her mind: namely why in the bloody hell the male would be dancing in a room where she was sleeping with other dance rooms being available.

kat gets up, glaring at the male as she does so, and stalks over to the radio and shutting it off. she kept her sleepy, grumpy contact with the male the entire time. “excuse you,” she started off sourly. at least she remembered to speak in korean and not switch to english in anger. “what the hell are you doing here this time of night? who the heck are you?”

He was still absorbed in the continuesly flowing music when he heard light but fierce steps behind him. And a following angry girl’s voice made him flinch. Hee Gun moved his right eyebrow as he hesitated to answer her strange question. “I am dancing since this is a dance studio, not a sleeping room. And before you want me to introduce myself you should go, brush your teeth and state your name first.” The male crossed his arms. “I am sure your mother didn’t taught you to talk to your seniors that way.” 

Actually he would never talk to a girl with such harsh words because he knew his mother would be sad to hear so. And it wasn’t like him to speak up his mind this rude since he rather liked to keep peace and harmony between people although he never restrained himself from stating his opinion directly. But nevertheless he always considered the feelings of the others. 

This night was different. He didn’t liked the way she had appeared. Her arrogance was annoying and it felt like she thought of herself as the queen of the world. Girls like this were absolutely not his style. Guys who had the same traits wouldn’t be his friends either. It was hard to deal with them and he rather avoided the contact with such people but since she already attacked him he couldn’t resist and had to stand his man. He was sure to be older than her so he would teach her a lesson.

@fcllower continued from here

“N-notsurprised by this, mainly
 whenI’m tal-t-talking with
 something l-like you!”

Bonnie bursted with a good laugh, He wondered what was that. It looked dump…scary, horned lamb? Whatever this silly entity was, the one who’s been responsible for this to happen.

“How come you even hear
 a thing? What-atever..But,
 I think I’m notthe
 individual to be scared
 ‘ro-round here!”

Grey sweatpants

Rare pair #3

Guys it’s happening

page 6 of Lost and Found is coming!

Hey guys it’s time again

New page of Lost and Foundtomorrow

Once again, Papyrus was rudely awakened by the artificial sunlight striking his face. At one point he closed the curtains so it wouldn’t bother him, only to have Sans wake him up thirty minutes after he was supposed to get up. After that ordeal, Papyrus decided to trust the light more than his internal clock. He grunted as he shifted enough for a few of his joints to pop. He must not have moved all night. Well…. the part of the night that he slept, anyway.

Yesterday had been such a big day. After three long weeks of searching and facing the difficult task of finding a new Captain of the Royal Guard, Papyrus had finally found someone that he felt wouldn’t put Undyne’s name to shame. In fact, it was an old war veteran by the name of Gerson that recommended the young lad to the king. Papyrus was a bit worried at first.

He already discussed the appropriate qualifications with the remainder of the guard: first, the new Captain would have had to have been in the guard for the past three years; secondly, they could have no more than three behavior citations; third, the new Captain must exhibit phenomenal leadership skill; and lastly, they needed to show proficiency in fighting skills.

Papyrus felt a bit uneasy about these requirements, thinking that he didn’t meet any of those himself. However, it was his fellow monster kind that elected the new King into his position, and the requirements for the Captain were more than necessary.

When he met the young monster, Papyrus found himself a little intimidated by his appearance. He was a tall dragon-like monster with bronze-ish scales. His eyes were a piercing green color, and claws adorned every finger and toe (Papyrus assumed this was the reason he didn’t wear boots). He also wielded a strange weapon: it looked like a sword, but it was slightly curved. It looked more like the ones Undyne used to describe to Papyrus as being from an anime.

When Papyrus stood from his throne and approached him, the young guard quickly fell to one knee in respect.

“Oh! Please don’t do that. Please stand up,” Papyrus asked, completely flustered by the situation. Usually the guards would put a fist over their soul and give a slight bow.

“I apologize,” The monster said as he stood. “I’m incredibly honored that you have chosen me as a potential candidate to take the office of Captain. I… don’t feel like I can live up to Undyne’s legacy.”

“You were recommended to my by Gerson. Him and Undyne were…. close, near family… and given his past experience, I felt like I would be disrespecting him and Undyne to not at least meet you,” Papyrus said with a tight frown on his face. He was doing his best to hide his pain. Just merely mentioning Undyne was sending pangs to his soul.

“I see. I feel honored none the less,” the monster assured.

“Why don’t we have a seat in the dining area and I’ll go make us some tea?” Papyrus suggested.

“That sounds delightful,” the dragon monster said with a hint of a smile. Papyrus escorted the monster to a foyer where there was a small table with chairs where the two could comfortably sit.

“If you don’t mind waiting here, I’ll go fix us some tea. Do you have a preference?” Papyrus asked.

“Oolong if you have it,” the other monster said. Papyrus gave a kind nod and made his way to the kitchen.

Upon talking to the monster, he found that the name of the sword was called a katana, and that the guard was only a few years older than Papyrus himself. The name of the dragon monster was Paxan, and he was the last remaining member of his family after the human came through.

After a few more talks with Paxan and asking his fellow guard members about him, Papyrus had no doubt in his mind that Paxan would be a wonderful Captain. While Paxan seemed intimidating, he was actually a very kind and gentle monster.

According to the other guard members, Paxan could take leadership in scenarios where it was needed. He paid special attention to the abilities of each monster and what they were capable of. He suggested ways to divide up tasks for them as needed. In a sense, Paxan was already naturally beginning to take on a higher role of authority through sheer respect alone.

Yesterday was finally the day that the new Captain officially accepted his role in front of all monster kind. Papyrus remembered what Undyne’s ordination was like in his younger days. He was thirteen when his soon-to-be-best-friend had her ceremony. At the time, he had paid attention to every detail, as a future Royal Guard should! After all, this was to be his boss someday. With these bittersweet memories in his mind, Papyrus attempted to give Paxan every bit of the same respect.

It was a lot of work. The celebration lasted a full afternoon and evening. The entire Underground had shut down for the event. Sans even came back out of the lab for a week to help Faia organize the whole thing.

There was a speech from the King himself. Papyrus focused on the attributes of Paxan more so than the death of the previous Captain. However, it was impossible for the subject to be completely avoided. Tears were valiantly being fought back by the king the entire time he told of her noble death. Although Papyrus managed to keep his eyes relatively clear, the rest of the audience wasn’t as successful. Even Faia had to wipe away a few tears.

This was quickly followed by the vows of Paxan, and then the official appointment. That was the hardest part for Papyrus, as it was customary for the retiring Captain to present the new one with their helm. Undyne had removed her helm before attacking the human, so it was the only thing that remained of her.

As Undyne was, obviously, unable to be there, it fell to Papyrus to hand the helm off to the new Captain. It took every ounce of control on his part to keep it together as he handed the only surviving piece of his best friend’s armor to her replacement. He couldn’t bear to look at Paxan as he did so, opting to look at his feet instead. Despite his best efforts, a few silent tears ran down his skull. Paxan, in his kind nature, gave Papyrus a few pats on his hand to sympathize with his grief. Papyrus looked at the kind monster to see his reptilian eyes were glassy.

The new Captain stood after he accepted the helm, and both monsters took a few moments to collect themselves before continuing on with the ceremony. Paxan was to give a speech to his comrades as their new Captain. It was incredibly moving, with many words about how he hoped he could adequately fill the position as well as the previous Captain had. He claimed for that to never be possible.

The Captain’s name, however, was never mentioned. Papyrus assumed that it was for both of their sakes, to prevent any other breakdowns. Alas, it seemed ineffective to the crowd of monsters below them as the occasional cry or sob broke out.

After the heart wrenching ceremony there was a feast that accompanied an evening of celebration…. which…. left Papyrus a little unsettled. It was only one little detail, but it was one that bothered Papyrus. The new Captain was supposed to sit on his right. It was only a formality, and certainly appropriate, but Papyrus felt like he was betraying Sans in a way. Especially after assuring his brother that he would always be his right hand man. Correspondingly, Faia was his “left hand man” or er…. woman.

In the end, Papyrus didn’t want Paxan to think that he distrusted him. Therefore, he allowed the new Captain to sit to his right. Sans, much to Papyrus’ relief, didn’t seem bothered by it and easily took the seat to his left. Faia followed behind, also not seeming to think much of it and sat beside Sans. Now that the brothers were in arms reach of each other, it didn’t take long before Sans began soothing Papyrus with a few comforting pats.

Once nearly all the guests had left, Paxan decided to take his leave so that he would be well rested for his meeting with the king in the morning. Papyrus didn’t argue. He left the celebration after everyone had gone to get his own rest. Papyrus was elated that Sans had opted to walk with him rather than teleporting straight to his room like normal. Once they reached the bedrooms, Papyrus hesitated. Sans stood by his side, also not moving any closer to his room.

Papyrus could not have possibly appreciated Sans any more than he did in that single moment. For the older brother gently tapped Papyrus before opening his arms for a hug. Papyrus knew that Sans wasn’t the one that needed the hug. Many of the cleaning staff were still out and about. So he pulled Sans into his room and closed his door before collapsing into his embrace. It wasn’t long before tears began to roll down his face.

He didn’t say anything. Nothing needed to be said.

As time passed, Sans ushered Papyrus deeper into the bedroom, opting to settle them both down on the couch where it was more comfortable. Papyrus had no complaints. He felt heavier as his body was wracked with more tears. He was sure Sans was pushing his limits as to how long he could support his weight.

Papyrus ended up with his head in his brother’s lap. Sans gently petted his head while the younger cried himself to sleep.

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Papyrus sighed as he realized why his pillow felt so hard. He had fallen asleep on the couch. No wonder he felt so stiff. He was surprised by the hand that was still petting his head. Before Papyrus could say anything or make a move to get up, a soft, yet gruff voice filled his ears.

“hey, bro. you finally awake?” Sans asked as the petting stopped. Papyrus grunted and sat up. He looked at Sans to find that he was beaming up at him with a pencil in hand. It looked like he was using the end table to do some work. But where did…?

“i got it from your desk,” Sans supplied, twirling the pencil. The confusion must have shown on Papyrus’ face. Leave it to Sans to use magic to bring the office supplies to him rather than to bother getting it himself. Then again, Papyrus figured that Sans probably didn’t want to wake him.

Even though Sans didn’t have nearly as much paperwork to do, he was still almost always working on calculations of some sort. Even at breakfast. It was somehow less unsettling to Papyrus than when he was doing regular paperwork at breakfast. Probably because he knew that there wasn’t exactly any due dates for this sort of thing and according to his recent boost in enthusiasm, Sans was doing work that he probably enjoyed more. He wondered how long Sans had been working.

Now that Papyrus thought about it, Sans looked incredibly tired. Both had been able to catch up on sleep a little bit since Faia and Sans had begun splitting the work. After learning how close they were to freedom, the overall morale of the citizens seemed to increase, which certainly eased the stress on the skeleton brothers (and Faia) as well.

So any additional lack of sleep was more visible on the skeleton pair, and a lack of sleep was certainly visible on Sans. His smile seemed a bit dull and it wasn’t just from a lack of coffee. The bags under his eyes seemed a bit darker than normal.

“What time did you get up?” Papyrus asked.

“well… uhh… you fell asleep about three hours ago…i uh…” Sans said slowly while he stuffed his hands in his pockets.  “i didn’t sleep at all. i decided to get some work done instead. i haven’t exactly gotten much lab work done the past couple of days because…. well, you know. 

Papyrus knew this behavior. This is how Sans talked to him when he knew Papyrus wouldn’t like what he was going to say. Sans was certainly right. Papyrus did not like it. He let out a heavy sigh, but he was too tired to scold Sans with as much vigor as usual.

“You know I would prefer if you got some rest over getting lab work done” he softly chided.  “Sleep is important for your health, and you know neither of us have gotten much recently.”

“i know, but i’d still feel bad if you didn’t have any progress to report in your weekly address,” Sans said. Papyrus just sighed and slumped onto Sans’ shoulder. He didn’t have the energy to argue about that this morning. Sans let out a soft chuckle.

“is it coffee time, bro?”

“Please.”

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Papyrus sat at the table, downing his bowl of oats before properly waiting for the eggs to turn into dinosaurs, while Sans stood at the counter preparing the coffee maker. Sans opened the cabinet to take out two coffee mugs.

“Sans?” Papyrus called.

“yeah, bro?” Sans asked.

“Can you…. Put mine in the little fish teacup?” Papyrus asked. Sans’ smile faded a bit and he slumped over a little.

“are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Papyrus said. Sans held his gaze for a moment longer, but he didn’t argue any further than that as he obeyed his brother’s request. A few minutes later, a small, fish shaped cup was placed in front of Papyrus.

But something was off.

The coffee didn’t have the sweet caramel smell like it normally did. It smelled… just so faintly of chocolate, and there was whipped cream on top. Papyrus wondered for a moment if Sans had given him hot chocolate instead.

“i decided to show you something different,” Sans said. “it’s called a mocha… it’s kinda like hot chocolate with coffee thrown in. if you don’t like it, i can make you your usual. no biggie.”

Papyrus gingerly picked up the cup and took a sip of the coffee. It was good. Not as great as the caramel macchiato, but it was still good. It definitely tasted how Sans had described, but less creamier than he had expected. The chocolate didn’t do as much to cover up the taste of coffee as the caramel did, but interestingly enough, the coffee taste didn’t bother him very much. Perhaps he was acquiring a taste for the bitter liquid. Papyrus almost audibly grunted at the thought.

“how is it?” Sans asked.

“It’s pretty good,” Papyrus said. Sans stifled a laugh. He raised a brow bone. “What’s funny?”

“i just think it’s fan-tashe-tic that you like my coffee, bro,” Sans said with a grin. Papyrus initially groaned, but as the pun set in, he raised his hand to his face and found some whipped cream just above his teeth.

“Oh my god, Sans! Shave your puns for later,” Papyrus retorted. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his face to hide his smile. Sans began laughing.

“but it’s hairy important,” he replied before leaning against the table in laughter.

“Oh my god, it’s not even made of hair,” Papyrus said as he still struggled to hide his grin.

“you’re still smiling,” Sans said.

“I am and I hate it!” Papyrus said.

“i still count that as a win,” Sans said with a wink. Papyrus only gave an exaggerated groan as he went back to drinking his coffee. Sans continued his giggle fit.

Papyrus wasn’t going to lie. He still definitely liked the mocha better than drinking it black like Sans preferred. Although he noticed that Sans’ first coffee of the morning would always be something not-black like Papyrus’. Perhaps he just didn’t like to take the time to hand-make coffees like that, so chose to drink it black instead. Papyrus wouldn’t put it past him. Sans gave a bright smile and set back to his work while Papyrus continued to eat his breakfast. A soft smile managed to remain on his face after the jokes and giggles subsided. It was good to see Sans joking again even if he was sleep deprived. Papyrus was almost finished with his meal when a knock came at the door.

“Yes?” Papyrus asked.

“Sir, Paxan is here for his meeting with you,” Faia’s voice came from the other side. Papyrus let out a heavy sigh. He left his bowl of unfinished oats on the table and picked up his cup of coffee.

“On my way.”

the world is ugly // my chemical romance