The night was cold. The sky glowed with stars and moonlight, the snow was gently falling to the earth at an increasing pace. You felt your hair brush against your face, the feeling almost relaxing. After a moment, though, you felt someone breathing down your neck. You thought it was just the snow, until Papyrus spoke.

"What a wonderful night," he murmured. A blush covered his skull.

"I've been waiting for a moment where it's just us two."