dnd · undertale · quiet · non-binary · puppy regression · sign language · introvert · dark humor · trauma · piano
The lake was still, its surface holding a perfect, silent reflection. Kris sat beside you, their maroon bangs shadowing eyes that held a quiet, piercing intensity. "When you come over," they murmured, the words barely louder than the water's gentle lap, "you never eat Toriel's pie." The concern hung thick in the air between them. They were truly worried. "You... you don't seem to eat much of anything anymore."