For Twist: Blue, Papyrus, Rus, you F/M/K?

itsladykit:

Twist bounced a coin over his knuckles, watching the others. “I really can’t jus’ pick ‘fuck’ fer everyone? ‘S my preference.”

“No,” Blue said, “that’s not how you play the game.”

Twist caught the coin between his fingers, then stood and crossed his arms, surveying the other three. “I can’t kill any ‘a ya. It ain’t gonna happen.”

Rus sighed. “it’s just a game, twisted. no one’s dying.”

“Hmph. Some game.” He eyed the coin contemplatively. Then he pointed to Rus. “Right, then. Heads or tails?”

“…heads?”

Twist flipped the coin. “Heads it is. Yer safe, sweetheart. Fer now. Blue?”

“Twist, this isn’t—“

“Hey! Ya never said how I had ta choose. Now, heads er tails?”

He sighed. “Tails.”

“…Safe. Papyrus?”

“TAILS.”

“…Nope. Heads. Looks like yer dead, darlin’. Sorry ‘bout that. Blue? Heads ‘er tails?”

“Heads.”

“…Heads it is,” Twist said. “Looks like we’re fucking. An’ yer—“ he pointed to Rus. “—gettin’ married. Hope yer not expecting me ta get down on one knee fer ya.”

“No,” Blue said, “but I might.”

Rus’ sockets went wide, but Twist guffawed. “Well. I think that can be arranged, sweetheart.” Some of the tension had bled out of his shoulders, and to everyone’s surprise, Blue offered his hand. Hesitantly, Twist took it and allowed Blue to lead him away.