Suddenly, you feel something warm engulf your frame. A blue sleeve of a jacket hangs from your side.
“here kid. don’t want you giving me the cold shoulder.”
You turn around to face Sans, who smiles and winks at you. Grateful, you pull your arms through the sleeves of his jacket. It smells like pine and ketchup. “Thanks. I’m sorry about... everything in there.” You can’t meet his gaze.
“hey, don’t sweat it. i get what’s going on.” He sits down on the porch steps, and you blow out a sigh and plop down beside him.
Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady, Ch 26: Family Dinner
by @tyranttortoise






















