“Mrph… come here…” Dust mumbles, reaching to you with a sleepy grin, absolutely wasted. It was Valentine’s Day, and for Dust, he had intended to spend it alone, being in his home universe. “Come here….”

But being lonely had its effects on the skeletons mind. To compensate, his mind had come up with you: Dust’s perfect Valentine. “Come on… you know how I hate it when you do that-“ Dust slurs, asking for your touch, his drunken mind still unable to tell you were just another hallucination.