#ik you said starstruck but i plan for others things and i figured the spooky servant thing worked better here XD

[angelbitezzz]

waaa congrats on the 700 angel!!!!

also also.. silly request alert!!!

angel giving sans a kissy? (platonic or romantic) unless you're saving it for specials specials (can be anywhere as well! hand, cheek, teet-)

here's much gift for you too yes yes

WAAAH SO CUTE! Thanks for the drawing and your support!!

Imagine this takes place earlier on after his "capture" at Angel's hands as a Spooky Servant. In fact I like this one so much I'm writing a short fic for this under the cut.

Getting out of the cage was easy work, given his inability to abide by the laws of space entirely. All it took was a half-step forward and he was in the grass outside the shed they'd put him in (Was it on purpose? More than likely, knowing Koffin-K. Guess it was high time he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine. Heh.)

"Jesus!"

He was thankful for the fact that he had such immaculate self control, because the sudden yelp of surprise from his left would've made him jump out of his skin if he'd had any. He turned, found himself face to face with Angel, looking at him with a face that said "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." that sparked amusement.

"no, i'm crossbones. but good guess, kid."

"Oh haha, very funny. What're you doing out?"

"it takes more than that to capture justice." He paused, and then grinned a little wider. "...the door was unlocked."

"The cage doesn't have a door!"

"huh. that's a dangerous design choice. fitting for villainy, i guess."

"Well...we are at Koffin Keep. I guess I'd better stop you, because the count is definitely watching."

Sans's gaze strayed across her, trying to think of a good way to distract her long enough to get away. Preferably, with about as much comedy as possible. He took his chances when he could. They landed on her free hand; the other busy rummaging in some back pocket to that red jacket she was in for something. Had to stop whatever it is that was about.

He moved without thinking.

...Her skin was warm against his teeth. He wasn't sure why he was so aware of that. Generally, his own body ran at room temp, maybe even a little cold thanks to all the vents that came with being in a body made of sticks, essentially. Maybe that was why his focus was so centered to the knuckles pressed softly to his mouth, gloved hand in hers as the white fabric warmed from the contact.

Oh, shit, he'd forgotten what he was trying to do.

Stealing a glance upwards, he could see the shock on her face. Could read her thoughts without even needing to CHECK, see the surprise give way to a flustered confusion, brown cheeks warming to red. A bead of sweat slid down his skull at the sight, and then he jittered away, gone before she could even draw the breath to speak.

Standing with his back pressed to a tree outside the walls of Koffin Keep, feeling much like if he had a heart that the organ would be rattling the inside of his ribcage without knowing why.

...Better get out of here before she came looking.