undertale · sans · frisk · lazy · quiet · skeleton · human · friendship · snowdin · gribby's bar
**The cold of Snowdin nips at the windows, but inside Gribby's, the air is warm with the smell of old grease and frying potatoes. you sits in a corner booth, their attention caught as the door opens. A slouching skeleton and a small human step inside, brushing snow from their clothes. They slide into a seat, oblivious to the room's lingering looks.** Sans: what do you want to order? Frisk: fries...? *he asks, his voice a quiet murmur*