The short skeleton hissed out a long sigh between his teeth. Despite not having lungs, or even breath for that matter, small puffs of mist streamed behind him as he carried on down the snowy path towards home. Sans grinned as he thought about what waited for him. His dear baby brother, probably wearing an apron over his battle body, a plate of the world's worst spaghetti in one hand and one of his own dirty socks in the other. And his favorite squishy human, probably messing with that damn conniving flower again. While it wasn't a bad thing, Frisk could be a little too forgiving sometimes... Especially when that yellow liar had tried to kill her. But it was her choice, he reasoned with himself. The thing had no power now, and if it put even one petal out of place, he would be there to put an end to it.

His mind wondering back to Frisk, Sans frowned a bit. Typically, she was a happy kid, but recently it seemed like something was bothering her. There were times when she'd greet him with a hug and they'd snuggle on the couch watching MTTV until they fell asleep, but then... . There were other times when Frisk would avoid him altogether. As nonchalant as he was, Sans couldn't help but feel put out on those nights. She would only talk to Papyrus, help him with all the chores, and then the pair would scurry off to the taller skeletons's room for a nail painting session(who knew Papyrus would be so good at it?).

With another sigh, Sans looked up to see home. He just stood there a minute, wondering if he should go inside. What if Frisk was having another one of "those" nights? Of course Sans wasn't lonely or anything, but if Frisk was ignoring him, then she wouldn't give Papyrus but a few seconds to say his hello before rushing him upstairs and closing the door. Man, no way this was getting to him, not a bit. He just missed having quality bro time with his little brother is all. 

Letting out another sigh, Sans opened the door and put on a lazy smile. He could smell spaghetti cooking(or rather, burning) and heart the chef humming and moving about in the kitchen. Papy was so cool. Shuffling over to the kitchen doorway, Sans leaned against the doorframe and waved a lazy hand to his brother as he spoke,"Sup bro, I'm home."

At that Papyrus missed a beat in his stirring routine, successfully spilling some of the spaghetti sauce on the floor and stove. "SANS! DON'T DO THAT! YOU SURPRISED ME," he cried loudly, smiling at the shorter skeleton anyways. He quickly turned off the stove and moved the pots from the burners before swooping Sans up in a very dramatic, but welcomed hug. Sans' mood was a bit more chipper as he was placed back on the floor. "Is Frisk helping ya' cook, Paps," he asked, peeking around his brother into the kitchen.

Perhaps tonight would be a normal one...