#*grillby's

[thelaziestbro]

* going to grillby's

[thelaziestbro]

@onehellofabartender

Sans pushed open the doors to Grillby's, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. Everything was really familiar, nostalgic... It felt nostalgic even though it shouldn't. He'd been coming here every day, multiple times a day, for as long as he lived in Snowdin.

And yet, the feeling that this bar was a tad claustrophobic wouldn't go away. With a smirk, he sat on the stool at the far right of the bar, folding his arms on the bar counter.

*hey grillbz. how's business?

Had he been here earlier today? The skeleton couldn’t even remember, feeling out of it as always.