Lun climbed onto the bed, getting close to Sans’ skull and hummed softly. He doesn’t speak, instead he allowed his fingers to smooth around the edges of the cracked skull — having done this hundreds of times now.

SANS

>:((( * Nasty

* He’s my boyfriend, yes! * We’ve been dating for over a year now But he’s known Sans for much longer. Though, he won’t mention that Sans didn’t really call him boyfriend for the first part of their relationship. * Why?

* What’s that supposed to mean? * I’m very sneaky! Lun pouted, looking at the SOUL as it floated towards the God. * Are SOULs edible?

i crave intimacy but i’m so fucking scared of giving pieces of myself to people who won’t stay

🦌 // mm Probably have to sleep soon, I get up extra early tomorrow

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Murder is okay ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Murder is objectively okay of its self defense! ⠀

* Murder for surviving is ok!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ *̲ Murder is necessary. ⠀

He’s hanging out in the shed, running his hand along a dull saw.

🦌// runs away

* BWEH

Mmmmmmurder

He's all cozy in ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‎ ‎ ‎‎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒' bed, snoozing quietly. It's really cold outside, so he's bundled under many blankets.

The sunflower blanket was noticeably at the foot of the bed, not with the other blankets topped over Lun. He mumbled softly, stirring in his sleep. He could feel eyes on him — not knowing it was Sans.

That woke him up, but instead of being startled, Lun would pull Sans under the covers and snuggle into him. He could smell the pine, recognizing his boyfriend. * Mm….hey Sans…. He mumbled tiredly.

He giggled at the nickname, safely tucked into Sans as the wind outside pounded against the house. * Mm….Yeah, I feel really drained * I’ve lost weight

* Can I eat later? * I’m tired… He didn’t think Sans would let him escape a meal, but he wanted to try. The bed was so warm, he didn’t want to leave…