Summary: Two birds, no stones.

The halls of the Star Sanses' main base were bustling with monsters as usual. Primarily, Sanses and Papyruses that Ink had called to participate in his weekly meeting, which Geno was beginning to suspect was just an excuse to discuss nonsense (or force people to talk to him).

The bloody glitch crossed his arms and huffed as he and Reaper entered the crowded meeting room. Not a second after their feet passed the threshold, his husband suddenly placed his arm out in from of him, halting the Aftertale Sans mid-step.

Geno frowned. An expression he found deepening as he looked towards the other.

Reaper's face was marred by a thunderous snarl, unlike anything he had ever seen on the easy-going monster.

"Reaper? What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

The God of Death ruffled his wings and growled, not taking his eye sockets off the crowd. "Stay behind me, dove."

Soon after, a Sans emerged from the assembly of skeletons. The ebony wings on the newcomer's back ruffled in agitation while his narrowed eyelights glared daggers at Reaper.

Geno glanced between the two as they sized each other up. Once the avian skeletons finished their assessment, they fanned out their wings and comically puffed their feathers, squawking.

"Oh, great..." The bloody glitch sighed, cringing and covering his non-existent ears as the duo began shrieking aggressively. "Now, there's two of them."