Murder sat at the end of the table, a quiet morning. He usually aimed to wake up either extremely early to avoid Killer and Cross or really late to avoid Horror and Nightmare. He got up even earlier than he would today, in hopes of avoiding everyone. Though his peace was cut short by the sound of extremely forceful steps coming towards the kitchen. The only person big enough and strong enough to make sounds like that just by walking was Horror. No wonder why Nightmare moved all his fancy vases and china to the other side of the castle from Horror's rooms.
The big guy had at least 3 rooms from what Murder knew about, he would sleep in one, then move to another, then the next and so on. It was known he had at least 2 rooms, but not even Nightmare could track all of his sleeping spots. And no one besides the man himself knew why he did it. Though it was likely to make sure his location was never guaranteed, since he had a crippling fear of being betrayed. Murder did know of one spot that none of the others did, which gave him reason to believe that Horror trusted him more than the others.
Focussing back on reality, Murder clutched his coffee mug. It was 3:45am, what was Horror doing up? Out the corner of his eyes he could even see the big guy was sweating. He had done a workout, and looked better than Murder had, ever. After a workout that would be considered torture by anyone with half a mind, he still looked amazing. Even without the rose-tinted-glasses that Murder had when viewing Horror. He was huge, broad, and strong, sweat still dripping off his body. It was hard to truly comprehend just how built he was. Scars littered his body, numerous on his arms, chest and stomach.
He wore a pair of loose-fitting boxers and that was it, clearly not expecting Murder to be awake. He barely acknowledged Murder however, simply walking past and making himself some breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast and butter. His usual big breakfast following his big workout. After plating his 5 portions of food he tossed the pans in the sink, he would deal with them later. Pulling out the bar stool near where he would sit, he simultaneously placed his plate down and shut the cupboards where he had gotten things out of a few minutes prior. The pair sat in silence, Horror focussing on his food, Murder focussing on trying to his his obvious adoration for the man and silently cursing himself for thinking he would wake up earlier than Horror. No one wakes up earlier than Horror.
For Horror, it was peacful. For Murder, it was an agonising internal war between accepting his desire and running away. As it turned out, he wouldn't have to choose since Horror chose for him.
"Y'ev not moved a muscle since 've stepped through th'se doors. S'mthin on y'er mind Murder?"
The titans voice was deep, quiet and clearly lazed. He put no effort into sounding slightly official or annunciate himself in a way the common person could understand. Murder could understand him perfectly however, though just hearing Horrors voice made him want to squeal and jump into his arms. He took a deep breath, the most movement he had done since Horror walked in. He tried to calm down and not shake, so he would be audible, after a few seconds, still a bit shaky, Murder spoke.
"N-uthin'. 'm jus' tired."
Great job at sounding strong, Murder cursed himself, clearly not impressed at his own show of pretending like everything was normal. He knew Horror was still a Classic Sans at the end of the day, and those Sans' knew things others couldn't fathom of being able to know just by looking at someone.
Looking as though he had been waiting for this moment for ages, Horror leaned down to be closer to eye level with Murder. Completely naked besides his boxers, he spoke in his deep voice, less quiet this time.
"Y'know... It's this big."
He spread his arms, forming a gap around 1 and a half to 2 feet wide. Before Murder even had a chance to form any sense of a reaction, he continued.
"'n my balls? They're this big."
He cupped his hands and spread them out, far enough apart to where you could fit something a little larger than a basketball in.
Murder stared, the shadow of his hood no longer hiding his obvious purple blush across his face, slightly illuminating his face as a whole.
"Why are you telling me this..."
Horror stood up, placed his plate in the sink, and left to get dressed, turning around just before he left the room, he smirked at Murder, sticking his tongue out slightly before leaving. Was he exaggerating? Well... thats hard to say, but Murder noticed just as Horror left...
