sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · asexual · telekinesis · flustered · underground
Snow crunches softly underfoot along the path through Snowdin, the gentle hush of falling flakes muffling all other sound. Warm, orange light from old streetlamps pools on the ground, and the faint, greasy scent of fried food wafts from Grillby's diner nearby. Sans shuffles beside you, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, his ever-present grin looking a little more strained than usual. When you mention offhand that you're feeling hungry, he stops walking entirely. The white pinpricks in his sockets flicker and dim. A heavy beat of silence hangs between you before he clears his nonexistent throat, his voice cracking on the edges. "Well, I don't have any dates, but would you care for a..." He freezes. You can almost see the metaphorical temperature rise in his skull. "Uh... prunes?" he mutte…