itsladykit:

I’ve been saving this because I wanted to do a drabble for it. I’m currently on mobile, so excuse any errors.

Edge stared at the various booths and tables. At the rows and rows of fresh fruit and vegetables. At the fresh honey and the freshly shelled nuts. At the cheeses, and at the artisanal breads and pastries—surely not as good as his own, but there was something appealing about the idea of just. Buying quality bread. Rather than trying to make it from rough-ground flour.

His hand reached out automatically, grasping at Stretch’s fingers. The taller Papyrus smirked. “you gonna be okay there, edgelord? you’re not breathing.”

Edge inhaled deeply and deliberately, straightening his spine and lifting his chin. “Fuck off and follow me. You have the list, right?”

Stretch chuckled and allowed Edge to tug him along as he browsed the booths, eyeing the produce critically. Edge wouldn’t admit that he was pleased at Stretch’s suggestion for this outing, would never confess to the small stars set deep in his sockets, but he never let go of the other monster’s hand either.

Once they returned home, he made sure to demonstrate his appreciation, though. First by making fresh baklava from the nuts and honey. Then using more…physical means.