You put on an only slightly exaggerated pout. “Happy birthday,” you said warmly, pressing a kiss to his Got home after a long day at work on the day of, giving you a tired, You were excited as a kid in a candy store when he finally You wanted to have it ready in time for Sans’ birthday. That complemented it, just out of sight so it wasn’t obvious.Īrmed with your new knowledge you planned your ambush withĪs much cunning and finesse as the skeleton you meant to catch, acting quickly, Was something of an open secret that the dominant collar-mate would wear one Mostly, it was the submissive partner who wore them, but it They tended to be more ornate, more delicate-sometimes fineĬhains, sometimes ribbon or lace, but always worn by choiceĪnd always with a soul-shape on it somewhere, the color of their partner’s They were in servitude to somebody stronger and meaner than themĪnd the only way to get them out of it was to get that person out of the way. Shackles with a visible padlock to show that this person wasn’t acting of their More…involuntary…relationships used metal collars, literal Who was willing to protect you, you might finagle one out of them. Relationships-your boss might give you a collar, or if you had a tough friend
depends on the kind of collar.”Īpparently plain leather with no frills was for working …but then you remembered you were talking to Papyrus. What you wanted to know without sounding insensitive or oversexed… You had weighed your words, trying to figure out how to ask was a little more of a deterrent that way.” Works for Sans, you fuck with him, you’re fuckin’ with Sans, proceed with but y’know, only two skeleton monsters Underground,īone-tag’s gotta mean ‘Captain Sans Serif of the Royal Guard,’ and ‘this guy “But names are normal? For anybody else?” Is so he didn’t even have to put his name.” “m’under my brother’s protection.” He tapped at his tag, Neck and the shiny gold bone-shaped tag that dangled from it. You’d looked at the simple black leather collar around his “yeah, yeah, it’s a… it’s a culture thing, i guess,” heĪnswered you carelessly, not even looking up from his tablet. Of monsters wore them, but you’d just sort of assumed it was a fashion trendĪnd never really wondered about it beyond that.Īt least, you didn’t, until you’d been taken as a monster’s You’d seen them around a lot since monsters surfaced, plenty You got the idea when you’d asked Papyrus about his.
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