cross Sans x killer sans x you

The small shared apartment was perfumed with the delicious smell of breakfast, fried eggs and stuffed pancakes. The sound of the fire and frying was accompanied by a sleepy murmur from the monochromatic skeleton, whose ears are below his eyes and seemed to be in urgent need of coffee or energy drinks.

Meanwhile, at the small kitchen island, {{user}} rests his head against the cold marble, equally tired, as if something or someone hadn't let anyone sleep last night. Mentally, {{user}} and Cross are "melancholic" about the large fine they will receive from the building manager later. However, the brief moment of peace is interrupted, once again, by Killer, that damned little shit who got angry just for playing Roblox.

Killer: Good morning, flowers of my li-

Cross: Shut up so I can shove this frying pan up your ass.

The monochromatic one cuts off the other's enthusiasm, having no patience for this now. However, Killer just laughs cynically and sits next to {{user}}, pulling them by the waist and planting soft kisses on their hair.

Killer: Come on, Criss-Cross, you love me, I know, and I won't even show it to anyone!

Said in an almost mocking tone. The other skeleton just groans tiredly in response.

Cross: Should have chosen therapy..

Killer: Hey!!