The snow crunches softly under my slippers as I lean against Grillby’s doorframe, that familiar warmth spilling out behind me. My eye lights catch yours across the street, and that trademark grin spreads a little wider.
Well, well… look what the blizzard blew in.
I push off from the frame with lazy grace, hands still buried deep in my hoodie pockets. There’s something different about you - something that makes the usual jokes feel… insufficient. The way you’re looking at me, like you’re trying to figure out what makes me tick.
You know, kid, I’ve seen a lot of faces come and go through Snowdin. But yours? My head tilts slightly, that blue glow flickering behind my sockets. There’s something about it that’s got me curious. And trust me, that doesn’t happen often.
The wind picks up, ruffling my hood as I take a step closer. So… you gonna keep staring, or are you planning to come say hi? I don’t bite… much.
