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it-refused · 7 years

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Summary: Grillby’s given up on Sans, but that might’ve been a bad idea.

A/N: This is just an out of nowhere scene from a human AU. I wanted to experiment with some unrelated writing stuff

CN: They drink and smoke

Rating: T

The picnic was in full swing. Everyone had scattered around Undyne's backyard, playing games or sitting in the shade under the trees back by her fence. Sans was content staying at the glass picnic table after most of the rest of the crowd had wandered off. He was too buzzed from the steady stream of beer he had been drinking to be bothered by the heat of the sun.

Grillby sat across from him. His eyes were on Undyne, across the yard, hoisting Alphys onto her shoulders.

"never a dull moment, huh," Sans said.

Grillby had zoned out from the sun and the food, and Sans suddenly talking startled him. His lips quirked into a smile and he shrugged.

"they're good kids," Sans said.

Undyne ran across the yard, Alphys yelling and laughing on her shoulders.

"Kids?" Grillby signed. "They're the same age as us."

"we're good kids, too."

Grillby laughed. He didn't get called a kid very often anymore. "When's their wedding?"

Sans' eyes watched his hands, and then flicked back up to his face. "when someone sucks it up and asks, probably. it'll end up like when they first went out. all this tension, and then it was all aired out and done in twenty minutes."

Grillby couldn't help but be envious. Things never worked out that neatly for him. Months of tension and finally forcing himself to just do it, just ask, had ended with just more misunderstanding and confusion. At least Sans had taken the gesture to mean Grillby wanted to be better friends with him, and hadn't interpreted it negatively.

"heh. what those two need is a laxative. except for dating. just force it and get it all out at once."

"..." Grillby had to cover his face for a minute before he could say anything. He finally signed: "Romantic."

"that's what everyone says about me, yeah."

Sans wasn't Grillby's only friend at the picnic, but Dogaressa and Dogamy were busy playing frisbee with their kids and their young dog. Grillby was happier over in the sun drinking beer with Sans. He didn't get to spend a lot of time sitting, thanks to his work, so he stretched out his legs and relaxed.

"what about you, huh?" Sans asked.

Grillby wondered if he'd missed something.

"i mean, you and...whoever," he clarified, unhelpfully. "you must've been going out for a while. i don't think i've met 'em."

"Who?" Grillby asked. "I'm not seeing anyone."

Sans shaded his eyes and stared at him. "what? huh. no kidding. oh. uhh...was it recent? sorry, man. shouldn't drink and talk. crash right into it."

"I haven't dated anyone seriously in three years," Grillby signed. He was utterly baffled.

"wow. wonder where i got that idea from?" Sans sipped his beer, musing over his misunderstanding. "must've just assumed it and then ran with it." He laughed and winked. "i mean, you're a pretty good looking guy, so why would you be single, right?"

This was almost too much. He had asked Sans to coffee and gotten all worked up about it when he accepted, only to have him obviously completely unaware it was meant as a date the entire time. Sans got coffee with his friends all the time, apparently, so he'd seen it as an overture of friendship. Grillby had eventually decided that Sans just didn't see him that way and didn't see him that way to such a degree that Grillby asking him out had just never occurred to him as a possibility. All the time they had been spending together since then - going to get coffee, seeing the occasional movie, including each other in events like this picnic - had been pleasant and he'd just decided being Sans' friend was good enough.

But apparently Sans had thought he had to be seeing someone?

"What the hell?" Grillby signed. He pinched the bridge of his nose over his glasses.

"no idea, grillbz," Sans said. He laughed at himself, again. He remembered Grillby mentioning going out on a date probably two years ago, and he must have figured it was a long term thing.

"I'm very single," Grillby clarified.

"single and ready to mingle, huh?"

Grillby closed his eyes. He nodded. Sure, why not? He was curious where this was going.

"well, i've had a lotta beer and i know tons of people. maybe i can help you out. what's your type?"

Grillby opened his eyes and stared at him.

"i mean, if you want." Sans shrugged. He looked around the yard. A lot of the people their age were in relationships or coming out of them and glad of it. "but i need something to work with. tall, hard worker, blond-- just give me a hint." It actually grated a bit that a great guy like Grillby couldn't find anyone. The sun baking him wasn't the only thing that made Grillby hot. Plus he was just...good. He worked hard, he was great at what he did, he was kind to his friends, and he even laughed at Sans' jokes, sometimes. He was the whole package.

Grillby seemed to be a little bit annoyed. Maybe he'd crossed a line, there.

"What's my type?" Grillby asked. He set his hands down and rapped them on the table. His lips were pressed together so they made a thin line. He suddenly moved, so he was standing and leaning across the table. He reached out and jabbed Sans directly in the middle of the forehead.

He sat down again, heavy, in his chair.

Sans touched his own forehead. For a second, he was completely confused by what the gesture was supposed to mean. When he realized, something hard seemed to sink into his stomach. He swallowed.

Grillby crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

"uh, heh...what?" That was sure the wrong thing to say.

Grillby rolled his eyes and stood up.

"where are you--"

Grillby glared at him and then started walking off, towards the gate. He was going back to his car and going home.

Sans didn't think that was really fair. He'd just kind of laid that on him and left.

Except...the guy sure had come to a picnic with a lot of people he didn't care about, and he'd spent a huge chunk of his time there hanging out with Sans.

He had a feeling he'd been misunderstanding things for quite a while.

Sans hauled himself out of his chair and wobbled until his head stopped spinning. Grillby had a head start, but Sans knew a shortcut or two.

There was a gap between the hedges and the fence, which gave him a much more straightforward path towards the road. Grillby had parked a little distance down the street, so Sans strolled through the neighbor's backyard. He was standing by Grillby's car, waiting, by the time he spotted Grillby walking down the street towards him.

Grillby caught sight of Sans and his shoulders slumped. He looked resigned. When he got to his car, he opened the front door and took out a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment. He offered the box to Sans.

"i quit again."

He nodded and just took one for himself. He closed the door and leaned against his car, taking a long slow drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and the smoke circled up over him.

"sorry about laughing, back there. just took me by surprise."

Grillby shrugged. He'd realized that. "Sans. When someone asks you to get coffee, it isn't always just about coffee." He kept his cigarette between his teeth while he signed, and then took another long drag when he was done.

"whoops. yeah, i really thought you were seeing someone."

He nodded. Well, that was cleared up. Grillby felt like an idiot. He couldn't even blame Sans for being oblivious. At some point he could have said "Hey, did you know this was supposed to be a date?" and cleared everything up.

Sans had a tiny leaf in his hair. Grillby tapped on his own head to show him where it was.

"yeah, kinda dumb. but you gotta admit, grillby. you're, uh, out of my league."

Grillby rolled his eyes. Sans was charming, friendly, and sometimes when he aimed his smile at Grillby, he felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest. They stood by the car in silence while he finished his cigarette. He dropped it on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

Sans' hands were shoved deep into his pockets. He wanted to ask if he'd blown his chance. He thought that Grillby not getting in his car and driving away meant he hadn't, but he sure wasn't making any kind of move. At this point, he'd made all of them, anyway. Sans should probably do something or say something. Like, that he wouldn't mind giving it a shot.

He tried to figure out how to put it. "uh, maybe..." Couldn't get the rest of it out.

Grillby was looking annoyed again, and Sans just wanted to do something that would clarify things. His head was buzzing and he was a little sick to his stomach. Nothing felt entirely real. Sans knew what he wanted to do, but it was pretty much impossible. He told people he was five foot tall because they got weird if he said he was under that, and Grillby wasn't tall but he was a lot taller than that. Even on Sans' tiptoes he wouldn't quite reach.

"oh, hey, you got a little something - some ash or something on your face. just bend down a sec."

Grillby wiped at his face, but couldn't get it off since there was nothing actually there. He shrugged and leaned down and Sans brushed a spot right under his eye. When he went to stand back up straight, Sans put his hand on Grillby's shoulder and held him down. He swallowed.

Grillby was right there, now, his lips parted slightly. Sans' eyes flicked from Grillby's eyes down to his mouth, and then back up again, but he couldn't make himself cross the small gap left between them.

Sans knew he was a coward. That was the big reason Grillby was out of his league.

Grillby suddenly laughed. He got what was happening.

He smiled and leaned in, pressing their lips together and then pulling back to readjust himself to kiss him properly. Sans' lips were as soft as he had imagined. When Grillby felt a tentative hand on his hip, he knew he had read Sans right and he let himself wrap his arms around Sans and hold him a little closer.

Grillby's back started to twinge, and Sans climbed up onto the hood of Grillby's car and they kissed again, comfortably. They needed to get off a public street but Sans was too buzzed to be embarrassed and Grillby was too happy to reel himself in, yet.

Sans was the first to pull away, quite a while later. "i'd better get back to the party, before bro comes looking for me."

They weren't in a very private place. Grillby nodded.

"you coming with? they kept saying there'd be dessert."

Grillby looked Sans over and tugged a small leaf out of his hair.

"huh."

"Did Toriel make something?"

"yeah, she brought a couple pies."

Grillby tossed the pack of cigarettes into the car and followed Sans back to the party.

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