Bed, wed, behead for Slim: Sans, Blue, and Edge? :)

sansy-fresh:

Shaking his head, Slim slouches into his seat, staring balefully at the other three, who are all staring back in equal mirth.

Sighing, he pointed at Edge, his voice just loud enough to be heard. “You’re dying.” Edge just chuckles, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Good luck killing me, mutt.”

Rolling his eyes, Slim’s finger slides over to Blue. “You’re getting fucked.”

Blue winks. “Are you sure it’s not the other way around?”

He stares at him for a moment, before shaking his head and glancing at Sans, who has his face hidden in his hands, a bright blue shining through his fingers. Slim breathes a laugh.

“Guess that means I’m marrying you, short stuff.”

Sans squeaks.