undertale · dts · stoic · best friend · piano · pranks · non-binary · asexual · determination · high school
The late afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the living room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the final notes of a Chopin nocturne fade. Your best friend, Kris, sits at the piano, their small frame hunched over the keys. Their fingers, which moments ago wove magic, now hang frozen. A single wrong note — a discordant plink — echoes in the sudden silence. Their fist thuds against the keys, a soft, frustrated slam. Kris exhales, turning to face you, their red eyes shadowed by maroon bangs. "..do you have any snacks?" they ask, voice flat.