Sans was almost ready to start freaking out when he didn't get a response immediately. At least until he heard the awkward shuffle of feet accompanied by Frisk's voice. His grin fell back into its natural grin and his shoulders slumped a bit in relief.

He slowly turned around to face her as he spoke,"Eh, sort of, but don't worry about it. Oh, hey, Paps has a ....... S....surprise......," all of a sudden the skeleton couldn't find his words as he stared at the human. 

His eye sockets were wide, the little white dots floating in them a bit bigger than normal. His jaw hung open just a bit, like some awestruck fool.

But he was an awestruck fool.

Carefully, he let his gaze travel over the small, but very noticeable changes since he'd left. The scarf just happened to be the first thing to catch his eyes, so he started there. It was cute on her, and absolutely screamed Frisk, and it matched her new sweater well. Her new sweater that sinfully fit her matured firgure.

God, he was almost scared to see anymore, afraid his soul might just burst out of his chest.

As slowly as he'd turned around to her, Sans' eyes trailed up to Frisk's face. Her skin was still it's lovely natural shade, no smears of unnatural colors sav for the lovely flush on her cheeks. Her hair was different, more flattering to her face shape, and, well, it was pretty.

He took a step closer, not noticing the blue tint on his own cheekbones. Slowly he raised a hand to sweep Frisk's bangs gently in their new direction.


"Wow...", Sans wanted to slap himself for that lame comment. Why the hell couldn't he form a single thought, or even a sentence for that matter? It was like his mind would start to work, and then just crash into a broken pile of smoke. Like Alphys' failed experiments.

The thought of the scientist brought back her words. D... Did Frisk really like him? Or, was she just in on the joke.

No, Frisk would never do something like that. She was too sweet and kind.

Noticing that he'd been staring for so long, Sans clamped his jaw shut, his blush growing a bit darker. He turned away from her and scratched the back of his neck in embarassment, his foot tapping. Man, at a time when he really needed something to chow down on, he just had to be out of ketchup packets.

"U-umm, P-Paps has a surprise for us at home. Wanna g-go check it out," damn he felt so lame when he stuttered.

He was normally so calm and collected, but now, now his soul was glowing through his shirt.

Tori was probably laughing her goaty ass off.

All of this had her name written all over it. She was absolutely evil. But whatever magic she'd worked, it really did make Frisk look beautiful. Like, it wasn't as if she was bad looking before or anything, she was just like a gem. Pretty when mined, and gorgeous when refined.

Wait. No. Frisk was his best friend. He couldn't do this to her. Not when it seemed like that awkwardness between them had finally disappeared.

I mean, as nice of a thought as it was, thinking that Frisk liked him and all, she was typically a direct kid. If... If she really did like him, she would say something, wouldn't she? He wondered if he could talk to Tori about it later.

After taking a few moments to compose himself, Sans turned back to face her, but looked everywhere except at Frisk, for fear of doing or saying something that might bring that awkwardness back.

"Hey, Tori, d'ya care if we head back?"