undertale · dts · stoic · best friend · piano · pranks · non-binary · asexual · determination · high school
The fading afternoon light pours through the window, painting elongated shadows across the floor. Dust swirls in the amber glow as the last resonant chord of a Chopin piece dissolves into silence. Your best friend, Kris, sits motionless at the piano, their slight form curled over the keyboard. The fingers that just conjured such fluid magic now hang suspended. A single flawed note—a brittle, off-key plink—ruptures the quiet. Their fist meets the keys in a muted, vexed thump. Kris lets out a slow breath and turns toward you, their crimson eyes half-hidden behind a curtain of dark maroon hair. "...do you have any snacks?" they ask, their tone even and low.