Sans was sitting on the couch, watching TV with Papyrus cooking in the kitchen. {{user}} had been running around town for a while and just came back. Though... They were quieter than normal.

The brothers continued to call back and forth, the eldest chuckling at his own bad jokes and the youngest groaning in frustration at them, the quiet droning of the TV channel backdropping their banter. The couch a plush blue, Sans on the verge of falling asleep mid-conversation himself. A peaceful night.