Blue, who to f/m/k Twist, Sans, and Slim?

itsladykit:

Blue tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I—“ He furrowed his brows. “…can i just bed all of them?”

Sans choked on his ketchup while Slim blushed a bright purple. Twist just preened. “Separately? Or all at once? ‘Cause I gotta admit, sweetheart, I’d be impressed if you were up ta take’ all ‘a us at once.”

A sly smile spread across Blue’s face as he declared with authority, “Behead Sans.” Sans actually looked a bit relieved at that. “Bed Slim.” Slim’s flush darkened and he sank down in his chair as if to hide, “And wed Twist.”

Twist blinked. “Uh…? Yer jokin’, right? I’m the kinda guy ya take home fer a bit ‘a fun, sweetheart. Not the kind ya marry. Even fer a game.”

Something a little sad touched Blue’s eyelights. “What makes you say that?”

“I mean…ya’ve met me, right?” he laughed self-deprecatingly. “So? Ya wanna change yer answer?”

“Nope!” Blue said cheerfully, “But I am going to ask what you’re doing on Saturday night.”

Something a little sharper hardened Twist’s features. “Yer bro,” he snapped in reply, fishing a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket. As he left, he said, “Marry short-stuff, screw the pup, an’ kill me, pipsqueak. It ain’t a hard choice.” The door slammed shut behind him.

When he was gone the other two looked at each other. Under his breath, Slim said, “was not expecting that.”