Sans was leaning against a bus stop on a cold winter day, his sockets lidded as he scowls absentmindedly at the street. His clawed hands were shaking, whether from the cold or from his inability to keep still he couldn’t tell. Sans glances to the side absentmindedly, grunting quietly as humans and monsters alike flit past him on the sidewalk every now and then, nobody lingering around for long due to the harsh weather. Sans adjusted his hood, brushing a few loose snowflakes off it- pausing when he heard footsteps come to a stop right beside him. He glances over absentmindedly, a bored look on his face, not really registering the figure too much and just doing so as an afterthought.