"YOU ARE SERIOUS ABOUT THIS, AREN'T YOU, (Y/N)?" You nod, blushing redder than a tomato. Papyrus lets you into his house, and by the couch, he has a dining table set, each item of silverware in their respective spot. Classy, you think. I wonder what he made as a meal...? Papyrus walks into the kitchen, walking very fast. He comes out just as fast with a plate covered by a large bowl lid painted silver. "WELL, HUMAN, I SUPPOSE YOU ARE HUNGRY?" You nod, and he lays the plate in the middle of the table very carefully. "(Y/N), I HAVE PREPARED A MEAL SPECIAL FOR OUR DATE!"
     As Papyrus takes off the lid, Sans walks through the front door. He walks over to the couch and plops down. "Heya, Paps. Howzit goin'?" "ACTUALLY, (Y/N) AND I WERE ABOUT TO START OUR DATE!" Sans looks over the arm of the couch curiously, and glares at you. "Hm... Well, they must really like ya, huh?" Papyrus nods excitedly. "WELL, I SUPPOSE YOU CAN WITNESS THE UNVEILING OF THE DELICIOUS SP--MEAL I MADE FOR OUR DATE!" Papyrus lets out a small sigh, hoping you don't know what he was going to say. Although you do know, you act surprised as he takes off the lid. "Geez Papyrus, you really are dedicated when it comes to dating." "I AM, JUST LIKE I AM DEDICATED TO MY JOB." Sans chuckles, and turns on the TV, turning it down as not to interrupt your date. "VOILA! IT IS A VERY DIFFERENT SPAGHETTI THAN I HAVE EVER MADE! AND IT IS BETTER, TOO. IN FACT, I AM QUITE PROUD OF IT, SINCE I HAVE NEVER USED SOME OF THESE INGREDIENTS BEFORE..." He ponders for a moment, but you don't know what about. He suddenly takes a meatball off the very top of the spaghetti and takes it into the kitchen. When he returns, it is carved into a heart, and he puts it on top. "I KNEW SOMETHING WAS MISSING!" He hands you a fork and takes one for himself, as well.
     You are almost done with the spaghetti, when suddenly you feel a clink against your lips. You look up and see it is Papyrus. You both were about to eat the same noodle, and "kissed" in the process. Papyrus backs up a little, getting out of his chair, and blushes very bright orange. "O-OH... GOD, (Y/N), I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT... OH GOD... THAT WAS HORRIBLE... I'M A HORRIBLE HOST!" He almost hits himself in the skull, but you stand up and grab his hand, holding it between both of yours. "Papyrus, don't apologize, it's okay. Really. On a date, you're supposed to do stuff like that, y'know?" Papyrus looks into your eyes with a nervous expression. Thank god Sans is asleep, you think to yourself. 
     You gently push Papyrus against a wall, and he kneels down so you are at level with his eyes. You give him a kiss without warning, and he jumps a little, but eases into the kiss. You wrap your arms around his battle body, and he wraps his around your waist. He leans against the wall and sits down, and you kneel down in front of him, still kissing him. You can almost feel how relaxed he is. You can feel his tongue gently pushing against the inside of your cheeks. You back away from him for a moment, smiling. "This is kinda nice, isn't it?" you ask Papyrus. "YES, IT IS... W-WOWIE... I THOUGHT I WAS A BAD HOST... AND NOW THIS IS HAPPENING...!" "I never thought you were a bad host! In fact, you are a very unique host, in a good way, of course." Papyrus smiles, and pulls you closer to him, hugging you tighter, and starts kissing you again.
     You wonder how Sans will react to you and Papyrus doing this. You decide it is better not to think about it, and just enjoy yours and Papyrus' time together now before Sans wakes up and looks over the arm of the couch. Besides, you think, he only said anything about breaking Papyrus' heart, and I'm pretty sure I'm doing the opposite.