Quietly, Fang appeared, leaning down to nuzzle his fangs across the top of his mobster's skull. " happy birthday, bossman. " he hummed, winking one socket lazily as he leaned back up with a content smirk. " what do ya want for your present, hmm? "
@pessimistiic
A relaxed sigh came from the smaller skeleton, shoulders visibly relaxing as Fang spoke. Just his presence alone was usually enough to cheer Sans up and this time was no exception. He couldn’t help but smirk as his gaze shifted back up to meet the other set of white lights.
“would you be an acceptable answer?”















