Snow filtered slowly from the sky above, the crystal flakes dancing on the wind and catching Sans' eyes as he made his way to the bar near his house. His hands resided in their normal places, within the warm confines of his jacket pockets, and he let out a content sigh, watching it swirl into life as a cloud of hot breath.

His slippers crunched against the ground and slowly came to a stop, standing beside the steps to the entrance of Grillbyz. They were just as white as the world around him, as in the town of Snowdin, and he smiled. This was home, and always will be. No matter what happens.

The swish of a door opening alerted him, and Sans glanced over his shoulder, his soul stirring with excitement as his eyes were greeted by Grillby, clad in an overlarge jacket that hung to his knees.

"Hiya, Grillbz! Is something wrong? You're looking a bit down today." Sans stuck his tongue out at the flame monster, the blue tip playing at the edge of his teeth. Grillby scoffed, and leaned to him, acting as if he might kiss the skeleton, but instead running his finger against Sans mouth.

Surprised, Sans sucked his tongue back in, making a disgusted face as he caught on hints of grease and dishsoap that must have been on Grillby's hand. He used his jacket sleeve to wipe at his tongue exaggeratedly.

"Hmph, how's old dishwater taste, Sans?" Grillby fixed his glasses before stepping off the steps, taking a moment to inhale the chilly air of Snowdin. Sans looked up from where his eyes were crossed to wipe off his tongue, and lowered his hands.

"I take it you're not in the mood for puns?"

"You took it right." Grillby looked down to him, a smile on his features, though it seemed to be barely noticable, taking into consideration the man was made purely of fire. But, after so many years of inspecting his face, Sans has been able to figure out just what expression he was making. From smiling, right down to "Shut up before I burn you."

"But we're going left." He got that look, and shrugged half heartedly.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop."

"About time you showed me some mercy." Sans grumbled something under his breath, and shot a dirty look at the bartender, then realizing to his dismay that it was easily shot down by Grillby's walking form moving away from him.

"Hey! Wait up!" He called, sprinting to catch up with his friend, slowing to match the man's normal pace. He shoved his hands into his pockets again, and kept to Grillby's side, casually looking around at the branches that began to span above them as they moved into the forest's depths.

The chirping of birds caught his attention and he looked upwards, his eyes following the pair as they flew from tree to tree, their wings spread out, their feathers playing in the wind. They moved along with one another, darting in and out of their little dance, their beaks opened to let out twitters of joy.

Grillby was soon captivated as well, watching too, as the birds finally broke apart and disappeared from sight, probably returning to their nest. The two were silent, nothing to say, and finally entered a small clearing, tucked away down a hidden path.

"Watch this." Sans stepped forward, smiling back to his friend and used his magic to make pile of snow, snapping his fingers and laughing as Grillby stood watching with wonder, amazed at how the skeleton had made a marker appear in the palm of his empty hand. Leaning down, Sans continued to scribble something on the white lump, standing back and presenting it to the bartender.

"You wrote your name.. with a red marker.. on a pile of snow?" Grillby looked between Sans and his master piece, playing koi and mustering snickers as Sans became annoyed.

"Yeah."

"So, you put.. your name.. on snow?"

"With a marker."

"A red one."

Annoyed sigh. "Yes."

"... Why?" Sans just stared at Grillby, his smile strained to the point that Grillby wondered if he might attack him. Instead, Sans slapped his palm against his forehead as he realized the game Grillby was playing.

"You're stupid."

"Are you sure about that? You're the one that was answering to it."

"Shut up, Grillby."

"Now you sound like your brother." He doubled over with laughter as Sans narrowed his eyes at him, making the facial expression that Grillby only knew as raising an eyebrow. When he had finished, he was straightning, fixing his glasses when a puff of white hit him in the face.

Laughter reached his ears as he looked unamused in the direction of where Sans was, the fluff of snowflakes collected behind his glasses, slowly melting from the heat of his flames. He shook his head widely, grinning as he mockingly smoothed his 'hair' back down, puckering his lips and posing like Mettaton.

Sans laughed even harder, falling back and wriggling in the snow, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Oh my god.. (joke)" At that, Grillby joined him in laughter, nearly losing his own balance. Eventually, when the excitement mostly died down, Grillby came over to Sans who was laying on his back still, staring at the sky.

Sans smiled as Grillby's face came into view, and he lifted his hand to wave to him. Grillby chuckled and returned the gesture, putting his hands on his knees before plopping down beside the monster. He placed his hands behind his head and was inches away from Sans, who closed the distance be turning and resting his skull on Grillby's chest, forming a T.

Grillby laughed again, making Sans' head move as he did, and Sans looked at him childishly, placing a finger on his mouth to shush him. Grillby nodded, and relaxed, feeling totally at ease with his friend.

Time passed and before long the two had fallen asleep together in the snow, surrounded by the tracks of their shoes scuffling in the snow before.