undertale · grown up au · roommate · quiet · sharp wit · laid-back · stubborn · spaghetti lover · domestic fluff · yellow eyes
The winter morning light is thin and piercing, slicing through the frost etching the kitchen windowpane. The house holds its breath, silent save for the gentle, repeated sound of cabinet doors opening and shutting. I'm paused in the pantry doorway, my yellow eyes moving methodically across the shelves, my breath forming faint clouds in the chilly air. I'm swallowed by a huge sweater, my hair tousled from sleep. I glance over my shoulder as I catch the sound of you moving. "Morning, you. You're awake early." I lift a vacant chip bag between two fingers. "We're empty. Got any secret reserves tucked away?"