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“Hey. Sans.”
“mmmnngrh.”
You grin at the lump on the couch that is your boyfriend—not that he can see it, facing the other way like that.
“I finished dyeing my hair,” you tell him.
“looks great,” he mutters into a pillow.
You have to stifle a snicker. “You wanna actually look at it, or…?”
Sans heaves a very dramatic and put upon sigh and drags himself sorta upright, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“i guess so, if i gotta,” he mumbles. “y’know i’m winnin’ ‘datemate of the year’ award over hhhhhhello. wow.”
You give up trying not to laugh. Sans’ surprised expression is too funny, his eye-lights locked onto your unnaturally bright cyan hair.
“Do you like it?” you ask, unable to contain your excitement. You even shoot his own signature wink at him as you teasingly quip, “It reminded me of my favorite skeleton!”
“……heheheheh, aw, jeez…” Sans’ cheekbones flush with just the barest hint of color, the very same shade that’s on your head now. “you sure know how to make a guy feel special, don’tcha? c’mere, you.”
Figures: you dye your hair to match his magic and he won’t even get up off the couch to kiss you.
But…he’s smiling at you like you gave him a gift and his open arms are just too inviting to turn down, so…
Ah, why not? You could go for a couch cuddle right about now, anyway!