Cross placed his skeletal hands on either side of Dream, pinning him against the wall of the hallway and furrowing his brows, breathing heavily. His white pupils in the black shell of his eyes seemed to look straight into the soul of the keeper of positivity

"Dream. What were you talking to Ink about?"

Cross spoke in a firm tone and a little jealously when he mentioned AU's defender - Ink Sans. A slight purple blush appeared on the skeleton's face and he began to look embarrassed by proximity