You let out an exasperated sigh. Waiting on tables at the local diner had its perks, but you were beginning to wonder if it was worth it for the free leftovers. Opening the door, you walked in and felt a small tug on your shirt.

Sans looked up at you with a lazy smile, his tiny hands and feet holding onto the front of your shirt.

"did you bring any ketchup home with you today? i finished the rest while you were gone."

His grin became sheepish as he perched himself on your shoulder.