[color=0072bc][b]Sans | Mood: Amused | Tags: Frisk[/b]

we stand there for a moment before i let go and hand her my hoodie. "we can go to my place, but papyrus will be there, too. at least, most likely."
i stand in front of her with my arms crossed.
my bones are rattling, due to the cold. i don't care, though. i can feel it, but it doesn't matter.[/color]