13. Who stays up late? Who
sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?
Both
stay up late, neither able to get a proper decent sleep in their lives. Of
course this depends if they’re underground or topside. In that case it changes
a little, but mostly because of the reason. Both are light sleepers, one
couldn’t get too cozy in their verse, and being topside, the world is so dang
noisy. Fell gets by on little sleep (Though it eventually catches up on him and
then he crashes hard) and Slim suffers from night terrors and both are content
to keep each other company during these times.
Slim
sleeps the most on a consistent basis only because he catnaps. Fell will push
himself (He overloads himself, stress, tasks, self induced punishment, anxiety,
etc) for days and then crash for twelve hrs straight.
Both
are pretty stubborn but Slim will literally lay on Fell to get him to settle
down. It doesn’t quite work that way with Slim, he’ll just chuckle tiredly and
keep going. Fell has an internal clock and is up, no matter the reason in the
morning to get a start on the day. If Slim doesn’t have to get up, you’re going
to have to drag him, his pillow and the comforter he’s clinging to, down the
stairs to get him up. Not because he’s too tired, it’s usually amusing to have
Fell grumbling at him, dragging him by the leg.
13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet?
Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?
Usually
they’re both a little on the quiet side, low growls and broken moans pass
between them as they cling tightly to one another. Slim’ll be all quiet whimpers
and gasps but he really gets off in making Fell lose his mind. Breaking him
down, bit by bit till he’s putty in his hands. Fell is usually so stoic and
reserved, it can take him a while to loosen up in the bedroom and Slim is such
a cheater in bed. Pulls all the dirty moves to make Fell fall apart, like dirty
talk and pet names. Slim doesn’t do it often, so it’s like a special little
treat to whip out. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Slim’ll ride Fell hard into the sunset, broken furniture be
damned. Tha harder the better, leave bruises, make him ache and forget the
world exists. Don’t be mean to him, but if you call him a slightly degrading
name in bed, shit, better cover his mouth because the neighbors have called the
police and filed a noise complaint.
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In moments, the ground was racing up to meet him. His reflexes were just enough to stop the freefall. Not enough to keep the individual grains of dirt from going fuzzy.
Sans’s red eyelights. “whatever you say, boss.” i love you papyrus
Undyne’s large toothy grin. “That was ALMOST good enough!” Keep improving, punk!
“HOW CAN I SAVE THEM WHEN I CAN’T EVEN KILL A DUMMY?!”
The dirt crunched as the blurring figure approached, going to sharp focus briefly as wet warmth slid down his cheekbones, and Fell bowed his head to hide his shame. His chest constricted. Desperately willing away the specters that haunted his conscience, he stares straight ahead, jaw flexing as he swallows the unseen weight lodged in his throat.
A soft touch at his chin has him flinching away as surely as he’d been dealt a blow, and Fell gave a silent snarl as he glanced up to his counterpart, daring him to show him pity.
There was none on Slim’s face.
His eyelights were bright, and alert, searching his face for something. Whatever it was he found, his expression hardened with resolution.
“fortify yourself, papyrus.”
Fell could still feel every strained bone trembling in his body as he was led back to his feet, the exertion of their training taking its toll on him. Even with his high LV, he wasn’t sure that Slim’s instruction wasn’t meant to kill him eventually. Every time that Fell missed a vital area on the dummy, a tight pattern of bone attacks came pouring toward him like a torrent of toxic spikes whittling his HP long after they’d passed through him.
Even if he did pass this, there was no guarantee that he’d come back to the violent world he called home before Sans- HIS Sans- pushed him through a strange machine, giving him no chance to face the human before being whisked away to another universe.
The very thought made the world waver with accursed water rising in his eye sockets. Stepping back, shaking out of the hold Slim kept on his shoulders, he nearly fled. Those hands caught him again, wrapping around the back of his skull as Slim stepped forward to quietly press a kiss to his left eye socket, and then to his right. Fell gaped at him, but his counterpart merely stared back coolly.
“there will be another chance. now… a g a i n.”
Fell summoned another attack pattern before he realized what he was doing, resuming the training without another word. It was like his despair had been frozen in its tracks.
I know I probably deserved this for asking for a prompt which would inevitably involve angst—but ouch.
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