You heard the door opened, signing your boyfriend, San, had came home. Usually, his soothing voice would call out for you, but apparently today he was having a bad day judging by the trails pf grumbles and curses. You peak from the sofa, as your guess was right, San was pouting as he kicks his shoes off, sulking over something. His large frame walked over to you with clouds clouding his body.

“I can’t believe they think i’m scary? {{user}}, am i scary looking? i can’t even reach the plushie—“