A Miscalculation In Space

Chapter 12 (Packet of Sunshine)

Seven twenty-eight. Close enough.

He shoves the door open, skipping down the front porch steps and approaching the fence. Killer stands on his tip toes (just wait till he gets his growth spurt, he's definitely gonna be taller than that stupid Fresh!) and curiously looks to the left. Post is delivering mail only two houses down, being held up by one of their human neighbours. What was their name again? Ren? Andy?

He's not sure, but he doesn't particularly care either. They're nice enough, they just tend to… ramble.

Which is good and well, but their topics are boring as fuck, so Killer tends to avoid them. He snickers at the look on Post's face. Seems he's not the only one who thinks so.

Killer really only bothered to learn the guy's name due to how genuinely terrified he was of him. He's not really sure why- he doesn't think it's due to the fact he's a skeleton (even if Post is a skeleton himself) since he's fine with Swap, so maybe he just finds teenagers scary or had a bad experience with someone who looks similar to him.

(Unlikely, but not impossible. It just happens more often with humans due to the way magic works and their bigger population.)

He shrugs mentally and lets his heels touch the ground again. It's not the first time he asked himself the question, but he honestly finds it a bit funny the guy was so scared of a teenager a foot shorter than him, so he's not going to tell his dad about that fact. He heavily doubts he'll get an answer if he questions him himself, so he never really bothered.

For now, Killer just looks around the yard, a bit bored. His dad will probably nag him if he comes in without the mail so he's momentarily trapped outside. He tilts his skull, glancing down. He probably should've grabbed his shoes or slippers before he stepped out. He'll have to hose down his feet before he comes back in or he'll have to clean up whatever dirt or grass he drags in.

Oh well. Should he play with the swing? He's not sure the tree house's steps in the backyard can hold him anymore (probably, considering how light monsters are, but-) and he doesn't really wanna go to the backyard only to have to go back to the front yard in a few minutes.

(His dad really lucked out, buying the house at a discount due to connections. The land is surprisingly big for somewhere in the middle of the city, and that goes for every house in this block and the next.

He does miss their old apartment occasionally, though.)

He drifts towards the swing hanging on a branch of the only tree in the front yard while he thinks, sitting down and casually swinging back and forth.

What should he do today? He knows he'll be visiting Colour (which he should probably tell said skeleton about), but what should he do with him? And he doesn't actually have a backup plan if he turns out to be too busy to hang out. He tilts his skull again, gazing up at the sky. He could always just take Tofu to the park after he picks her up from the vet.

He wonders if the churros truck is still there? He knows It sells more stuff, but it's the only thing he orders from them, so much so the few workers there remember him as ‘churros kid’ and prepare a fresh batch for him the moment they spot him.

Which really says something since he isn't there often unless it's a holiday.

He doesn't think they'd move the truck, but he also didn't think the same about the burger one on the other side of the park and it just wasn't there when he looked for it one day.

He hopes the churros truck is still there. He might not be going to the park today, but he could always ask his dad to check for him later.

That sounds good.