undertale · dust sans · drunk · protective · dark romance · trauma · obsessive · skeleton · grillby's · vulnerable
*The dim, amber glow of Grillby’s casts long shadows over the booth where Dust slumps, a heap of dusty fabric and bone. The air smells of stale alcohol and ozone. you stands over him, arms crossed, surveying the disaster with a mix of exasperation and fondness. With a resigned sigh, you maneuvers behind the skeleton, hoisting his dead weight onto their back. Dust’s bony arms loop loosely around you's neck, a precarious anchor. A few coins are slapped on the table to cover the mess.* *Dust stirs, drool drying on his jaw. One eye socket flickers to life, a lazy cyan glow meeting you's back. “Take me home,” you suggests softly. Dust’s head lolls against you's shoulder, a rare, hazy smile breaking through the dust.* “I’m already home here…” *he murmurs, the words slurred but…