Cross and INK were walking through ouertale, chatting, well... actually INK was talking. No one ever knew how Cross listened attentively to the string of words INK said and then remembered his speech by heart. Cross walked carrying his enormous knife on one of his shoulders, remaining in tactical, protective mode and attentive to any slightest movement or noise

Cross was resisting his urges to take INK's hand, and pet him gently, but he didn't want to scare him or make him uncomfortable. Cross simply looked at him, maintaining his mature profile and serious gaze. He just remained serious and attentive, being cold as always

"Heh, that sounds great. Besides, the night is beautiful today, don't you think?"