Canis Minor
( closed starter for @afellowpastalover )
Sans opened the oven door, releasing a wave of smoke into the tiny kitchen. He waved it away to view the results of his most recent attempt at baking. The charred lump sitting on the center rack in no way resembled the pie in the cookbook he’d been working from. Sans sighed and went to dump his failure in the trash, only to nearly trip over a mass of white fur. He called to Papyrus over his shoulder.
* hey bro, what’s a dog’s favorite type of pizza?











