Horror: *frowns* i can't stand roasted corn Saejun: i made it Horror: ... Saejun: ... Horror: *sweats* i 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 roasted corn Saejun: ... Horror: ... Saejun: *smirks* reckon' you're really regretting opening dat mouth o' yours huh? Horror: *groans* please don't take away the pie

It goes well, it's fun; Saejun gets to tease and fluster and Horror gets a fully belly, not a single hitch Hehe then someone brings a food Horror can't stand to thanksgiving - spies it on the table Doesn't realize the bonefriend made it and thought he'd only made the dessert→

he went several years to avoid eating a 'food' he didn't want he's willing to do so again (it's also a control thing ugh Sans with control/choice issues <3) So Saejun constantly tempts him with treats for eating the food he don't want, plays hostage negotiator and temptress →

It's lewd Teeth and bones aren't the same but they're damn close in his opinion, and he feels like a pervert picturing a bareness with you he'll never truly experience Which sucks But he'll gladly live with it to feel that precious enamel on his vertebrae with your laugh echoing in his acoustics

He can't help blushing knowing how perfectly you cover the proverbial spectrum from one end to the other Sure, this...obsession with your teeth is a bit weird to him, but it feels so natural at the same time It constantly leaves him wondering when the day will come he'll get to press his to yours→

Sans has heard that human teeth aren't sensitive except to extreme heat or cold, similar to how his bones naturally are which both disappoints and fascinates him In a way you both share a similarity and in another you're complete opposites →

Eating with you is his favorite pastime. Nothing is better than being able to sneak glances at those pressing molars and slicing incisors. It makes him subconsciously like his own teeth and shudder at how his magic pulses and vibrates from the sensitive contact→

How Frisk moves just a bit closer to him as they walk to seek shelter in his form from invisible prying eyes that don't exist, because he's safety and warmth It's a pretty picture they both make in the face of a disapproving world An image of love and hope (End)

All because some absurd of standards on beauty tell them they can't be happy, it'd be weird and wrong But... That doesn't stop the hand holding, the occasional prolonged eye contact and awkward giggle The way Sans' grin softens at Frisk's cute little button nose wiggle→

Though adorably she'd managed to hold onto her chubby cheeks (he liked poking them and it felt good to smoosh his own chubby cheeks against hers when they hugged) So they're both quiet around each other Frisk in her misery and Sans in his longing→