Sans was in a bit of a daze until Toriel opened the door. He chuckled when Frisk instantly rushed in to hug her, though he hadn't been expecting to join it. As the white goat monster pulled him in, he flushed a bit," Hey Tori."

It was rare that Sans got flustered or embarrassed, but for some reason, being hugged those close to Frisk.... It made his soul twist in knots. Luckily, with Toriel being there too, it didn't look like Frisk was the one causing it. Maybe neither of them would even notice, though he doubted it. Toriel, having been a mother once before, had a mother's eye, and more often than not used it for evil. That evil being to embarrass him or Frisk.

Once released, the short skeleton scratched the back of his neck and carried on inside. He knew the hallway well, having been there several times before to visit Frisk when she still lived here.

He made himself at home at Toriel's table, slouching in the chair with his hand propping up his cheekbone. He could smell that the old goat had been baking and silently prayed she would offer some to him. Man did he sounds like a pig, but he didn't care. He liked how food tasted, so he didn't see how it could be bad to eat all he wanted.

Although, knowing Tori, she would probably stuff the skeleton until he was content.

"So, how have you been , Tori? Gone to see Asgore lately," he asked nonchalantly. He knew it might be a touchy subject, bringing up Asgore and all, but he was genuinely curious about how things were going with them. The old king used to be so gloomy, but he seemed to have a bit more pep in his step recently, so maybe things were going ok with them.

He snuck a quick glance to Frisk, trying not to let his eyes linger too long. Maybe now would be a good time to go see Alphys...

Then it would Tori and Frisk some girl time. But man, he really wanted to eat.

In addition to tasting good, food was also , in a weird way, like a comfort. When Sans was nervous, he ate, if he was lonely, he ate, if he was stressed out, he would dig in. It was like a drug, if you would. A shot of anesthesia. Or the human equivalent of smoking cigarettes. It wasn't always a sign that something was wrong with him, but he just ate more when there was.

He should probably think about making better decisions. Or at least switching up his routine a bit so he wasn't so obvious.