Smol Sans
You have this somewhat bashful look, with an awkward smile on your face.
It's kinda cute..WellImeaninaplatonicsenseofcoursebecauseimnotintoyou
becausethatwouldprobablybewierdifididsoidontnotthaticouldntorthatithink
itdbewierdtolikeyoubutitsnotlikeyoulikethatoranythingimeanidontdislikeyou
ijust...*illegible internal rambling*

I can practically feel the faint blue that's dusting my face grow intenser in hue.
I oh so badly wish I could hide back in the sock right about now.
Luckily you glanced somewhere else awkwardly to avoid eye contact so I'm pretty sure you don't notice my face lighting up like a fricken glow stick.

I desperately attempt to calm myself the feck down, via deepening as well as slowing down my breathing to a more relaxed pace.
I manage to calm myself quickly, and finally respond to you shortly after.

"Yea, that's sock-aye with me, I don't mind doing it tho."

You seem to have caught my pun, cause you release a happy chortle.
I crawl out of the sock and drop it into the light barrel.
I look up at you, and that pretty smile on your face.
Gawddemmit I'm beaming, and I fecking know it too.

Frick my life.

"Thanks, and uh I've been kinda wondering something if ya don't mind.."

Your eyes dart back to me with a bit of concern expressed through them.
I don't know why you'd be concerned all the sudden, but ok.

"Hit me, not literally though..haha"

Awkward laugh at joke to lighten to mood, check.
Question why I do these things I do, check.
Welp that's enough checking random things off in my head, for literally no reason at all, why am I so fecking awkward.
*internal why am I like this face*

"Pffftt-lol"

You chuckle, and mumble something I don't quite catch.
You appear to be somewhat flustered, I not super sure if you are though, much less why you would be..wait a minute..*realizes the suggestiveness*
OhSheitNO!FeckingNO!GAWDWhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
How could this happen to meeeee~ I've made my mistaaaaakes~

"I was just wondering how often you need to eat..and if you can eat anything other than ketchup..and if your hungry at all."

*internal sigh of relief*
Ok, uhhh..hm.
Can I even eat anything other than ketchup?
I've never ACTUALLY tried to..
Frick I don't know.

"Well, I usually can survive off three ketchup packets a day at the least, and can eat a whole bottle of ketchup a day at the most. I don't exactly know if I can eat anything other than ketchup..I've never tried to..and yeah I am kinda hungry"

You smirk at my response, yet also look confused and questioning.
Well so what if I've never tried anything other than ketchup, not wanting to accidentally have some side effect from eating the wrong thing.
It's probably better that I didn't anyways since ketchup is superior to all food, you have no right to judge, fite me!

"Eh ok, well I was thinking bout goin shopping and maybe getting some food, and I didn't know if you could eat it or not, so I guess if you want to try it you can, but if not, I still have ketchup."

Oh..
Well okaie then.
Guess I can try something else for once.

"Am I going with you?"

Y/n
You originally were just going to leave then come back and then eat.
Though, you suppose Sansy can go with you, that is if you hide him well.
The biggest issue you'd have to figure out it how and where to hide him.
You think about it for a bit-ty, lol, then your poke bag comes to mind.
Yeah, that could probably work.

"Um, well you can go with me, you don't have to though."

He takes a moment of pause, probably to think it over.

"Yeah I'm fine with tagging along, though, how are we getting there, and how are we going to go about hiding me?"

Pretty understandable questions.
Wonder if he is ok with bicycles..

"Em, well..my main form of transport is my bicycle..is that ok?"

He ponders it for a sec, then signs with his little bitty skeletal hands, a double thumbs up my way, giving his ok. 👍 👍
Cool.
You hold out your open palm for him to climb onto.
He carefully climbs into it, and you curl your fingers around him to keep him safe and secure in your grasp.

You make your way over to your room, carrying your empty laundry basket in your free hand.
You plop the laundry basket in it's rightful place, and grab your poke bag from the corner of your bed.

"So my plan is to hide you in here as there is plenty of space, and it's the most secure, most hidden, and probably is the most comfortable option."

Your poke bag has spots air can get in as well, so just in case Sansy needs to breath, that's available.

"Wheel, it works for me."

Pbfffftt-I freaking love this skeleton.

"Lol, nice"

Quality pun right there.👌
You let a chuckle escape you, and he smiles at his victory.
You gently place him in your poke bag, and fortunately for you, everything you need is already in there.

You carefully move the shoulder strap of your poke bag over your head.
You luckily manage it without any trouble, and get the bag securely in place.
You go and lock the front door, then head to your brothers room on the opposite end of the house, you exit through the back door attached to his room and lock it from the outside.

You open up the garage and pull out your bike, helmet, and bike lock.
You then get yourself ride ready, before locking the garage and heading out.

You decide to ride over to food first, and get yourself some orange chicken, white rice, and a couple of fortune cookies.
You find a spot to chill for a moment, so you and maybe Sansy can eat something.

Smol sans
I don't think you knew, but..I'm far from comfortable..
I'm probably not going to say anything about it to you though.
Oh how I desperately wish I would, but at the same time, I don't really want you to know I think about these things.

Your bags strap is rather short, so basically, when I stand up my head is right next to one of your breasts..not only that, but also, every time you pump your legs to get forward momentum, the bag shakes and I get tossed up and down. Which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't smacked against your breast every single time I was thrown upwards..notthatthereisanythingwrongwithyourbreasts
ijustthinkitsweirdnotthatyourbreastsareweirdjustthatitsreallyawkwardiguess
imjust..*internal flustered rambling*

We stopped, and you moved the bag I'm in off you.
Finally, a break from being too close for comfort.
You let me out the bag and I spot a orangish meat on top of white rice in a black plastic bowl, and next to it is chopsticks and two fortune cookies.
I've always kinda wanted to try a fortune cookie.

"If ya end up not being able to eat this sort of thing I'll get you some ketchup at the store kay."

You smile at me, and I nod and smile back.
I grab a fortune cookie and tear off the plastic wrapper.
I crack open the cookie, and pop one of the smaller broken pieces in my mouth to see if I am able to actually eat it.

You pause to watch me curiously, and your curiosity is apparently satisfied enough to start eating, after discovering that, YES, I can in fact eat something other than ketchup.
Tis a good piece of info to know honestly.
I eat the rest of the cookie, sparing the fortune of course.
When I get a look at the fortune, I find it rather confusing.

Your fate is a tale sewn to the journey your heart has begun.

What does that even mean?
I've heard fortune cookie fortunes are weird, well that and total b*ll.
Didn't expect it to be this weird though.

Seeing that I already ate mine, you open yours too.
You look at your fortune first, and get this weird look.
A look that I can only describe as some sort of neutral acceptance.
You hand me your fortune so I can read it, and then eat your cookie.

There is an acknowledged darkness holding you back from true happiness.

Huh, your fortune is really weird too, and kinda ominous to be honest.
Maybe all fortunes are just super weird and confusing..Plus, you didn't really react to it in a way that's super worrying, so maybe the whole fortune cookie thing really is just a bunch of b*ll.