The surface world was...nice.

Sans couldn't deny how much he loved it.

Sure, the underground had all the seasons that were on the surface world. But there were...certain differences.

Like for instance, the rain up here was cold. As in...frigid cold in comparison. He wasn't sure how he could tell with no actual nerves across his boney body, but Sans could feel the coolness of the droplets.

As Shouta sat on the front doorstep, holding an umbrella partially over him, he let himself enjoy the sound of rain falling somewhere else in the distance.