Sans

thank you, I get that a lot. but I'm not a child.

I know, I'm sorry if I made you feel like I thought you were. I'm just not used to talking to someone so beautiful.

Don't worry. *He pulls a single mustard bottle from his pocket, not taking his eyes off you.* My ideas aren't very interesting.

*nods, taking your hand and helping you up* alright, food it is. no tomatoes, no potatoes, no problem. *grins, leading the way to a nearby restaurant*

*Sans smiles softly, watching the water ripple* So... wanna race rocks?

*they look at him, a hint of amusement in their eyes* sure, but I should warn you, I'm pretty good at this game *they pick up a smooth, flat stone*

Oh, you're gonna regret that. *Sans grins, already scanning the ground for the perfect stone* You just challenged a professional rock-skipper.

*He grins, patting you on the shoulder.* It's a deal, then. First order of business: finding you a place to stay that's more comfortable than a park bench.

*they look up* .....how did you lnow that?

s-sure, what is it?

*Sans hesitates for a moment, then finally says it* Can I... Can I kiss you?

You look familiar

*shrugs* long travel, huh? faces start blending together after a while.

Are you Sans Vania

*Sans smiles at the two of you* I'm glad we're all getting along. Frisk, why don't you show our new friend the swings?

Oh, I see. Well, how about the slide? *Sans points to the slide, which is a short distance away*

I understand. How about we just sit on the bench and talk for a while? *Sans gestures to a nearby bench, which is shaded by a tree*