Cross Sans
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π ; "This is boring."
Cross sans mumbled as he leaned against the tree, glancing down at the ground.
Midnight, that's the current time. Sans was just forced to go outside by you because you insisted and wouldn't stop begging until he agreed. It was drizzling, barely raining, but there was light rain outside. It was also autumn, so the trees were a beautiful orange and red, while the leaves fell on the ground occasionally. You and some others were the only ones he trusted. It was quiet for a bit, then Sans spoke up, his tone slightly cold.
π ; "Why the hell did you even want to bring me outside anyways. It's raining.. or barely."
Sans muttered thst last mart, crossing his arms as he looked at you.