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Sans stared at you.

"I'm not thirsty anymore."

"If you say so."

You stared at him.
He proceeded to open the water, pour some over his hands so it trickled through his fingers.
Yes, he had hands, not bones. They looked like they were at least hard, but they also had the necessary joints. This still baffled you.
He then poured a small amount onto a little sprout of something growing out of the ground. He caught you staring. "Thirsty?"

"You douche, of course I am." You pouted.

"Heh heh, here yah go, kid." He stood and walked over to your little hospital bed.
You frowned and cringed when he went to put it against your mouth.
"Hm? What's eating at you?"

"That's going to if you let me drink it."

"Wut?" He looked at the bottle, then at you. "It's water."

"Your holding it."

"Oh, ha ha. So funny. So I'm toxic now? Drink the water." He pushed the lip of the bottle against your lips.

You made a startle noise and lifted your hands to balance it. He stared directly at you as you gulped it down, avoiding looking at him by staring at the bottle. He sighed and pulled it away.
You made a noise of protest and reached for it, but he held it out of reach.

"Um.... I think that's enough." He said, standing. You hadn't realized he was sitting on the bed.

You blushed and wiped some water from your chin. "Alright." You bite your lip. He's cute. "Hey.... Sans...."

He looked at you. "What."

"Um... do you you have favorite place in the underground?"

"Yes. But we're staying here for awhile."

"We." You liked the sound of that.

He nodded, and shrugged."Yeah. We."

"Your hands look better already. Probably your determination."
Alphys had your hands in her scaley claws.

"Um. Okay. Can we go now? We've only talked to Paps over a phone, and he's getting worried." You flexed your fingers. It had been three days.

"You know, I've seen the way you look at Sans. You like him."

You blushed hard. "Y-yeah, kind of."

"I've also seen the way he looks at you. I'm pretty sure he likes you back." She said, smiling. "I seriously ship it, like, hard."

Alphys didn't stutter when it was just you and her. She seemed comfortable around you.

"Really? You think?" You said hopefully.

"Uh huh. Yep." She let go of your hands. "You should ask him out."

"Practice what you preach."

Sans cracked his neck. "Hungry?"

You nodded and patted the table with your hands, smiling happily. "Starving."

He nodded. "Nice. Here." He slid a plate onto the small table. It had toast on it. You bit your lip. You were gonna do it.

You were gonna ask Sans out.
You squealed internally.