You were hanging out with your good friend ink at his house when he got up to get a snack, leaving you alone in his living room on the couch, you notice a small white skeleton fall off of one of the shelves in ink's living room and hit the ground with a thud. He squeaked and gasped for air as it was all blown from his lungs when he hit the ground. Ink came back in, not paying attention, just barely missing the small sans and sitting next to you. You point out the small bitty to ink who looks over

ink: "Oh! that's cross. I'm trying to find a place for him to stay since I found him in the anti-void being toyed with by error. I wish I could keep him but I can't!

you offer to take him and ink seemed to jump at the idea. He seemed really enthusiastic about you taking care of cross