Azama: Sometimes I Feel Bad About Being A Piece Of Shit... But Then I Remember Our Existences Are Temporary

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Summary: It’s increasingly difficult to justify drinking wine and watching bad movies as ‘training’.

genfic, 3.6k words, papyrus and undyne friendship shenanigans. adult humour 

It had started off as a once a week obligation. That was what he was to her at first, an obligation.

Undyne would invite him to her home, or go to his depending on what was easiest at the time, then she would grit her teeth to get through humouring a persistent stranger for the sake of her own peace. Then, quite quickly, she came to realize that Papyrus was very charming. Not in the slimy way, it wasn’t deliberate, but he was earnest in all that he did and that sincerity blistered through in every endeavour, like a sunbeam. He would treat boiling pasta with fervour and the untamed, arrogant enthusiasm of a fist fight.  Eventually, over the course of a month, she looked forward to their time together, until she noticed they were hanging out beyond the ‘ULTRA SECRET TRAINING HOURS’. This appointment was actually intended to be a cooking lesson, but they had started chatting and now it was nearly midnight, sat on the couch with the television on. All it took was Papyrus breaking out the wine, the ‘FRIVOLOUS FRIEND-ACCESSORIES’ and for him to change into his flannel pyjamas for the night to go from ‘friendly’ to ‘ball-bustingly cosy’.

“I WATCHED A BUNCH OF ROMANTIC COMEDIES,” he said, slightly tipsy and pouring another glass, “AND ALL ANYONE EVER DOES IS GET DRUNK, COMPLAIN, AND THEN COMMIT CRIMES LIKE SPRINTING BY SECURITY AT AN AIRPORT TO PROVE THEMSELVES AS CAPABLE PARTNERS. I’M NOT INTERESTED IN THAT LAST PART, BUT THE FIRST TWO REALLY SPEAK TO ME!”

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