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You walk straight up to the door of the big ass house and knock. Edge and Red had been radio silent after earlier, but then again, you hadn't messaged them either. It'd be best to talk in person since you're already here and all.
Blue is the one that opens the door. "LANDLORD!" he exclaims. You laugh. He's wearing a shirt with an anime you don't recognize.
"Hey, Blue! Is Edge around?"
"Yes, he's inside. Would you like to come in?" You smile gratefully and enter, making sure the door is shut and taking your shoes off. Politeness and all that. It's better to be safe than sorry for getting street gum on the carpet. When you look around, you can see most of the skele-cousins. Stretch gives you a short and lazy wave. He looks like the couch is about to swallow him. You wave back.
You see the skeleton from the street earlier. They shy into their beanie when you smile at them. Creampuff (and who you think is Moss) are scrapbooking with great vitality at the table. Blue has two googly eyes stuck to his skull. He must have been crafting, too. Black is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching his brother heat something in the microwave with disgust. Rus is very invested in the microwave. Red slumps next to Stretch, and Sans is nowhere to be seen.
Stretch pokes Red in the arm. The shorter skeleton eyes him irritably. Stretch nods not so subtly towards you. Red looks past the taller skeleton and notices you. His posture straightens, and he grouches something to Stretch.
It seems like Stretch knew Red was waiting for you. Does he know about the intent and poly thing? You don't have time to ponder on it too long. Red strides up to you. His body posture reads like he's trying to seem confident. The sweat beading on his skull betrays his nerves. It's charming. Magic sweat is more hygienic than human sweat anyway, probably.
"Hey, Red," you greet. What do you even say to the guy who wants to date you when you've barely spoken? I mean, sure, he seems straight up your alley and all that. It's just odd how not against this idea you are. Oh well, you were never 'normal.' It's about time you let yourself have something fucking nice. You think about Dickwad, and you become resolute. No matter what becomes of this situation, you're not going to regret it. This time you're giving your energy where it's not going towards a monsterphobe. Fucker.
"Heyo," Red says. He weakly finger-guns at you. Everyone in this house is such a dork. It puts a smile on your face.
"BROTHER! IF THAT IS INDEED THE LANDLORD'S VOICE I JUST HEARD, CEASE YOUR AWKWARD STAMMERING AND GUIDE THEM UP HERE!"
Stretch howls in laughter from the couch. You think you can hear Rus and Black snickering.
"Yeah, Red. Stop your awkward stammering."
You turn towards the source of the voice. It's Sans. He looks tired and waves at you. When you return it, his attention moves to the couch, and you swear he looks like he just found an oasis in the desert. When you blink, Sans is on the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. Creampuff chastises him with input from Blueberry in the form of disgruntled noises. It's very comedic. When you look at Red, he's ducked into the fuzzy part of his jacket with hands jammed in its pockets and shoulders hiked.
"so, uh, guess we better hop to it huh," you say. It must relieve Red in some way since his shoulders drop.
"Yer right."
You follow him up the stairs, passing several others decorated in ways that scream who owns them. Edge's is bare, save from the edgy looking do not disturb sign on it. There are a skull and crossbones on it and everything. Red knocks to the beat of 'shave and a haircut.'
"ENTER." Oh yeah, that's Edge. Red walks in first, pressing the door to the wall over your head. When you've cleared the entrance, he moves further into the room.
"Landlord," Edge greets. His gaze is charming you in many ways. How does he manage that, being so cool and collected, but so affectionate you don't know how to deal?!
"Edge," you say as calmly as you can. "What's the game plan?"
Red takes a spot at a desk in the room. Edge unfolds his hands and pats the bed next to him.
"I PRESUME YOU'RE AWARE OF THE BASICS, CORRECT?"
"Just the concept," you say. "A friend of mine told me the function but none of the details. She best recommended that I tried it out first."
Edge hums. "I WILL WALK YOU THROUGH AND EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITIES. CONVENIENTLY, MY BROTHER HAS INSIGHT AS WELL. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK. HUMANS CAN BE... UNACCOSTUMED TO OUR PRACTICES."
He means speciesist and afraid, but you don't call him out on it. "Gotcha. How do we start?"
Edge grins now. "WONDERFUL QUESTION. PLEASE REMOVE ANY JEWELRY OR METAL THAT YOU CAN FROM YOUR PERSON. I HAVE BEEN TOLD THEY CAUSE UNCOMFORTABLE SENSATIONS."