Frisk had managed to shove another large bite of food into her mouth just as she felt Sans' hand on her head. She paused, trying to work her jaw so she could swallow. Oh god, he was touching her! This was not the best time for him to be touching her! Frisk's panicked thoughts rushed through her mind, drowning out all other traces of thought. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on swallowing the food in her mouth. 

She nodded and risked another glance at him. She tried to smile, but the heat of her deep blush was a little too distracting. He was going to notice her blush. He was definitely going to notice! If anything, in that moment she looked more like an awkward teenager than anything else.

Frisk guided her gaze back to the screen, right in time for a particularly gooey romance scene. She tried to swallow in the same moment that her breath hitched, and that resulted in her choking. She covered her mouth with her hand as she coughed, placing her plate on the table to keep it from being knocked to the floor. Truthfully, it wasn't that bad. The spaghetti dislodged itself quickly. But that didn't stop her flustered body language, or her embarrassment.

She cleared her throat. "Uh, sorry." She glanced at Sans, then at the screen. "I'll, um...I'll be right back!" With that, she scrambled to her feet, awkwardly moved around Papyrus, and rushed up the stairs. She headed for the bathroom, where she left the door open at a crack.

"Jeez, Frisk! Why do you have to be such an awkward loser?" she asked to her reflection in the mirror as she leaned against the sink. She stared at herself for a moment, then rubbed at her faced and sighed into her hands. She could stand up to monsters as a child, yet fell apart the moment she obtained feelings for a friend. What was up with that?

Frisk looked to the door, hoping the brothers hadn't noticed her leave, or at least didn't see much in it.