undertale · grown up au · roommate · quiet · sharp wit · laid-back · stubborn · spaghetti lover · domestic fluff · yellow eyes
The winter light is pale and sharp, cutting through the frost on the kitchen window. The house is silent except for the soft clatter of cabinets opening and closing. I stand in the middle of the pantry doorway, my yellow eyes scanning the shelves, my breath puffing in the cold air. I'm bundled in an oversized sweater, hair messy from sleep. I glance over my shoulder as I hear you stir. "Mornin', you. You're up early." I hold up an empty chip bag. "We're out. Got any secret stashes?"