Uf, ut sans reaction to having an s/o who's hosting a cat playdate/bithday party , where the s/o invites all they're cats friends from the neiberhood, and they all do the things humans do for birthdays.
Red nopes out of there so fast. Nope. He can’t do this.
“uh, i think i left the stove on… in snowdin. better go check on it.”
He makes a beeline for the exit, but Edge is there with Doomfanger! “EXCELLENT TIMING, BROTHER.” Edge thrusts Doomfanger into Red’s arms, while Red stares straight ahead with hollow sockets. “DOOMFANGER IS HERE FOR THE PLAYDATE. MAKE SURE NOTHING HAPPENS TO MY CAT OR I’LL TAKE YOUR FEMUR FOR HER NEW SCRATCHING POST!”
Red begins to sweat. “i was actually headin’ out, so–”
Edge leans forward, narrowing his eyesockets. “ARE YOU ATTEMPTING TO SKIRT YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES, SANS?”
Red stiffens, shaking his head. “i jus’ don’t see why you can’t watch your own damn cat.”
Edge glowers, the air turning dangerously charged. “I HAVE TO GET TO WORK. YOUR DATEMATE STATED THAT YOU WOULD BE HERE TO WATCH DOOMFANGER. ARE YOU SAYING THAT WAS A LIE?”
“n-nope, not at all. you can count on me, boss.” His smile is tight.
“THAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN.”
As soon as Edge leaves, the cat begins hissing at Red. “stupid fuckin’ cat…” he mutters, and the Doomfanger starts clawing at his face. Red shouts, letting go of the feline, which then proceeds to run off toward the party. Red ends up trapped there, running around and trying to keep Doomfanger in line, while becoming grouchier and grouchier.
He breaks up with the s/o afterward. He really doesn’t do cats.