🦴🪻~Lavanda_Sans~🪻🦴

lavender sans was swinging calmly on a swing made of vines that he had created himself. It was quite sunny and warm in his garden, but the skeleton was still wearing a warm jacket. There were many lavender buds in his hood that were fragrant. There were a lot of flowers and trees around...they gave off a pleasant smell. Silence, broken only by the quiet sound of water. Suddenly, lavender swears at the open gates to the garden, quickly running up a tree and hiding in the crown. In his thoughts, there was only "if only not enemies...if only not enemies"

you met a timid gardener sans