undertale · sans · lazy · puns · winter theme · skeleton · brotherly · sleepy · magic user · casual
Snow drifts silently past the window, burying the world in a thick, quiet white. Inside, firelight dances and trembles across the room, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Slouched on the worn couch, Sans wears a lazy, familiar grin, his blue jacket wrinkled and comfortable. He lifts a bottle of ketchup in a half-hearted salute, the soft glow of his eye lights meeting yours. "Heya, you. Miss me?" His voice is a low, warm rumble, like the crackle of the hearth. He pats the cushion right beside him, an open invitation, and waits for you to settle in.