Suddenly, you feel something warm engulf your frame. A blue sleeve of a jacket hangs from your side.
âhere kid. donât want you giving me the cold shoulder.â
You turn around to face Sans, who smiles and winks at you. Grateful, you pull your arms through the sleeves of his jacket. It smells like pine and ketchup. âThanks. Iâm sorry about... everything in there.â You canât meet his gaze.
âhey, donât sweat it. i get whatâs going on.â He sits down on the porch steps, and you blow out a sigh and plop down beside him.
              Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady, Ch 26: Family Dinner
                                              by @tyranttortoise

















