You mumbled something unknown to Sans as you burrowed your face deeper into his sweater. He chuckled, rubbing his skeletal fingers across your head.

“Yer an odd one, ain’tcha doll?” he chuckled softly, the nice baritone voice gracing your ears as he brought a blanket over the two of you. The two of you were watching a movie, and for some reason, you easily passed out onto him. Even when monster girls pegged him as a perv, you didn’t. He wasn’t that bad. He was actually sweet sometimes.