Summary: Ah yes... very romantic.

Red, green, blue, and yellow Christmas lights twinkled overhead. They hung along the ceiling and walls with sparkling ropes of silver tinsel and other decorations.

Sci nervously watched as Red concluded his conversation with Geno on the other side of the room. His eyelights trailed after the latter, only moving away when the glitch disappeared into the kitchen. No doubt to help Papyrus prepare hot chocolate for everyone.

He turned his gaze to Classic, who was engrossed in conversation- completely distracted. Unaware of the happenings of the skeletons around him.

Now was his chance to strike.

The scientist took a big sip of the liquid bravery - i.e, the spiked punch - in his glass. Then, quelling the jittering in his steps, approached the edgy monster he'd been attempting to find the right time to talk to all evening.

"H-hey, Red!" He started, causing the other to turn toward him and raise a brow. Gulping, Sci continued, "Are you made of C7H4O- because I want to watch you burn."

The scientist awkwardly smiled and tried to wink, resulting in his eye socket twitching... in a less than sane-looking manner.

"Uhh..." The Underfell Sans stammered, sweat glistening atop his skull as his eyelights nervously darted toward the nearest exit. "O-okay?"