Frisk stood before him, her hands fidgeting with each other as she watched his reaction. Her heart switched from its fast and pounding pace, to being so still that she was sure it had stopped. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Sans wasn't the type to get excited over anything, hardly having enthusiasm for anything. She tried to remember that when he didn't say much.

Was that bad? Was that good? She didn't know, and that's what made her feel even more nervous. Why was Sans always so hard to read?

Her thoughts stopped the moment his bony fingers brushed her bangs. She held her breath, listening to the single word that left his mouth. Wow? So...He liked it? Frisk began to smile, then Sans was turning away from her. 

Wait, had she done something wrong? "O-Oh. Cool." Frisk tried to put a smile in her tone, but it was still too shaky. She looked down at her hands, no longer able to keep staring at the skeleton. Since he wasn't looking at her anymore, she was sure he had decided he didn't like her new appearance. Or just didn't care once he had gotten over his initial shock.

Again, this was Sans. Frisk had to remember that he really wasn't the type of guy to notice or like appearances. He seemed too laidback for that. Still, Frisk couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"That's fine, Sans. Thank you for coming to visit." Toriel appeared behind Frisk with her usual smile. She put a paw on Frisk's shoulder, prompting her to look up at her.

When Frisk did, she saw a sly grin on Tori's face that screamed for her not to worry. The goat winked at her, then her expression was back to its normal, warm smile. The queen leaned down to place a final kiss on Frisk's head.

"See you later, Mom." Frisk matched Tori's smile, feeling a little more at ease. She'd just have to trust the old goat.  "Love you!"

"Love you too, sweetheart." Toriel gently pet the human's hair, then continued on through the living room. Before she vanished into the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder at the two. Her soul couldn't contain how precious this all was! There'd be time for overprotective mama Toriel later. Right now, she was going to let kids be kids.

"So...Should we go?" Frisk gestured towards the stairs.