Just a little SpicyCash, since its a ship that really gets no love.
Also playing with the headcanon that rather than the skeletons getting shunted into the same universe via machine, their Undergrounds open up to the same Surface.
It was raining. Big drops of cool water falling from the sky, drenching everything in its path. Cash watched as it pattered the ground from his window seat, hands wrapped around the cup of hot cocoa he’d ordered, letting the warmth sink into his fingers. The sweet, savory chocolate was a delicacy, to him at least. He would have never had access to it underground, but he hadn’t had to do his old job since the barrier fell.
The door jingled lightly as different people, both monsters and humans, came in and left, all clutching coffee and frappuccinos to their chests as though they were some kind of nectar from the gods and had to be protected at all costs. Taking a sip of his cocoa, he watched as the newest monster came inside, black coat hiding most of their face as the collar was pulled up as high as it would go.
He watched as the skeleton (no other creature had a blank white expanse for a head that he’d come across) moved carefully but assuredly across the already slick floor, ordering a drink and handing over a card before stepping back, arms crossed. Cash studied him for a moment, taking in the wicked scar over his left socket and the piercing crimson eyelights that seemed to bore into whatever he looked at.
Deciding that, if worst came to worst he could proposition the guy, he checked him. It was obvious when the check went into affect, the guy’s shoulders tensing and his eyelights going rigid. Coming from a fellground himself, he knew the first instinct that popped in your head: Someone’s gearing up for a fight.
15 LV. Isn’t about to just lay down and take it.
Well. Cash huddled further into his seat, sipping gingerly at his cocoa and trying hard to look as least suspicious or threatening as possible. As the sound of leather boots thudded closer, however, he began putting together his eulogy in his mind.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to check other monsters without their permission.” The voice was deep, a little rough, but otherwise smooth. Pleasantly dark. Cash felt a shudder go through his spine even as he looked up with a smirk.
“I’m sure up here it is.”
The skeleton stared down at him, face impassive, the staredown lasting just long enough that it became uncomfortable, before he sat in the seat across from him, looking out the window while taking a sip of his drink. Cash raised a brow, but rather than question it, he took a swallow of cocoa and joined him.
Sometimes being in the presence of another fell just made your day. Better or worse, that was really a flip of the coin.
Aww, I love this a lot, Fresh. The characterisations were awesome, and it has an excellent premise. Lots of love for this ship.
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