"Stupid... thing..."

(Y/n) limped into the lobby, huffing. The bandages on her foot were really weighing her down, and with her friends rehearsing at La Scala, even the ones who didn't make it through the first round. Dancers must rehearse everyday and all that jazz.

She sat down on one of the many plush sofas with a sigh. "I just wanted some food." She groaned, resting her head on the backrest.

"There's a thing called 'room service', you know?"

(Y/n)'s head snapped up so fast, she was afraid it might fall off. "Rei!?"

Sure enough, Marcy's lookalike was standing right in front of her, flanked by a blonde. (Y/n) recognized her as one of Rei's friends from the competition. (Y/n) noticed that the brunette was missing. Even so, the two of them looked intimidating with their arms crossed, as always. "The one and only."

"Room service took too long." (Y/n) responded. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"I stay in this hotel too." She rolled her eyes. "That bitch Madara cut me form the competition, so here I am. Mika and I were just about to go to the restaurant." Ooh. The brunette must've passed the first part of the auditions, then. Made sense, her routine was great.

The (h/c) haired girl snuck a glance at the blonde. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin.

ohmygodwhyaredancerssohotmaybeifibecomeadanceri'llbecomehottoo-

Rei noticed her staring. "This is Mikayla. Mikayla, (Y/n)." The blonde nodded and stuck her hand out.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n). Rei has told me so much about you." Her voice was loud, and slightly... teasing?

"Mika!" Rei scolded, glaring at her. Mika snickered as (y/n) shook her hand. "Now's not the time."

"The time for what?" (Y/n) asked. Rei blushed and looked away, her red hair whipping around at the movement.

"Wh-whatever. Do you want us to take you to the restaurant or not?" She nearly yelled. Mika let out a snort.

"Uh, okay." As they helped her up, she couldn't help but wonder why Rei was acting so... un-Rei. She was blushing, for crying out loud. Rei's never embarrassed!

-

(H/c) hair splayed over the pillow as its owner stared blankly at the ceiling, rethinking the day's events.

After she ate at Domino's with Rei and Mika, they took her to an antique store a few blocks away from the hotel. Turned out, Mika liked collecting little swords the size of her small finger. After that, they went to have some gelato.

Rei went into a very detailed explanation of how ice cream and gelato were different; ice cream was fat and fluffy, while gelato was more dense with a higher proportion of milk and a lower proportion of cream and eggs (or no eggs at all).

Hanging out with Rei wasn't so bad. Anyway, if Rei tried to murder her by drowning her in Gelato, she could always stab her with one of Mika's tiny weapons. Slice!

The door burst open and (y/n) jumped up in surprise. "Ah!"

"Can't talk, gotta use the toilet real bad." Marcy huffed, running into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind her. (Y/n) groaned. Marcy was not shy about saying things like that at all.

"Sup, kiddo." She jumped up for the second time that day.

"Eh!?" Sans smiled at her from the door. "Sans! H-hey!"

'H-hey'? are you serious? What are you, (y/n), a hormonal twelve year old!?

The small skeleton launched himself into (y/n)'s bed and crawled under the covers. "Ahhh... so nice and warm!"

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"Hey, you have my hoodie on." His muffled voice said from under the covers. She gasped and started to shrug it off.

"I-I'm sorry! Take it!" She yelped. Sans' head popped up from under the blanket.

"Eh, you keep it. I came in to check on you, anyway, not the jacket." He responded. "Move over, so I can- woAAHHH WHAT?"

A frantic (y/n) in a tank top was about to force him into his hoodie. "Sans! Take! Your! Hoodie..!"

"Keep it!" The short skeleton willed himself not to blush at what she was wearing. "Just-"

The two started to push the hoodie into each other's hands. "Take it! I insist!" She yelped.

"No... I insist!"

"So do I!"

"Just... take... it!"

"Woah." Marcy stared, wide-eyed, at her roommate.

Who, by the way, was in bed with someone of the male monster species.

Who also was in nothing but a tank top and shorts.

"How does that even work!?" Marcy screamed. The two froze. "Do skeletons even have genitals? Wait, they don't-- oh! Are you going to use a strap on?"

"MARCY!"

"WOOAHHHHHHhhhh you got it all wrong, kid!"

"Oh! So you'll use magic? I've seen your tongue before, Sans! You should really close your mouth when eating."

The next fifteen minutes were spent chasing Marcy around the room with a pillow and a hoodie.