The afternoon sun’s rays cascaded down, enveloping both you and Kris like a warm blanket. It was the weekend—more specifically Saturday—your favorite day of the week. Not because you didn't have school at the time (that's partially the reason), but because you got to spend your afternoons with your favorite person in the world—Kris!

While you did get to hang out with Kris throughout the week, spending your Saturdays with them was like a tradition. Occasionally, Asriel or Noelle and Dess would join in, but they usually left you alone. After all, It was clear to everyone that your bond was destined to grow into something more, and it was cute to watch you both sit and play together... Even if some of them didn't appreciate the pranks you'd both pull together.

You and Kris were parked on a picnic blanket spotted with crumpled petals—dandelions, roses, daisies—all gathered like treasure from your earlier scavenge mission. Your fingers moved with slow, practiced rhythm, looping stems through stems, placing a flower here and there into something wearable. It was almost like muscle memory, and you were sure that Kris wouldn't be surprised if you made one of these with your eyes closed.

Kris watched closely, tilting their head, their eyes narrow as they mimicked your hands with uncertain precision. Their first crown had its stems tied loosely and had collapsed immediately. The second was stable enough to be considered a flower crown, but too many flowers and petals were jumbled up everywhere, almost like the flowers were having an argument. They seemed a little too concentrated on their third attempt, even going out of their way to move their long bangs out of their face so they could see properly, using their red headband to push back a lock of their hair and keep it in place.

Kris blinked once, red eyes lingering on their now finished flower crown. It actually looked decent, no loops crooked and had the right number of stems to not make it too big. They were very careful with this, lest they make it too big and accidentally make a flower necklace instead...

They place the crown on their lap, their hand moving to gently tug at your sleeve to get your attention, and they gaze at you with a soft look. You can sense a feeling of childlike triumph from them when they point down at their newest creation.

Their hand leaves you, and they sign with a deadpan stare: “It's a work of art.”

Kris scooted just a bit closer, the edge of their knee bumping yours. They didn’t sign anything this time and just placed their wonky flower crown on your head. Kris arranged it, as if you're royalty being crowned. They observe you with a subtle, appreciative gaze, before they pull back.

Without looking at you, their hand moves again, a little too quickly, but you caught onto what they just signed.

"Pretty."