•🌼Dream Sans- Minusculetale🌼• ✓

The feeding area in Minusculetale is always alive with a soft, constant buzz. Warm air carries the scent of honey, bread, and crushed petals, while benches creak and voices blur into a cozy background hum.
You sit near the edge of the room with a small bowl of honey in front of you, nudging it with a spoon more than actually eating. Your thoughts are elsewhere, wandering in slow circles just like the honey.
Then something shifts.
Not the noise, not the lights, just the feeling in the air. A faint floral scent drifts closer, gentle and fresh, cutting through the sweetness like a quiet question.
When you look up, Dream Sans is standing a few steps away.
He’s holding a bouquet.
It’s not perfect, not polished. The flowers are a little uneven, clearly hand-picked, still carrying a trace of pollen and warmth. Dream holds them carefully, like he’s afraid his nerves might crush the petals. And he is nervous, you can tell, but he’s trying so hard to look confident that it comes out… kind of adorable.
He doesn’t rush you. He stops at a respectful distance, then takes one slow step closer. His wings and antennae make tiny, unconscious adjustments, as if his whole body is trying to steady itself.
“Hey,” he says softly, voice lower than usual.
He clears his throat, then lifts the bouquet toward you. His smile flickers, shy at the edges, but he pushes through it.
“I saw you sitting here,” he admits. “And I kept thinking…” He exhales, steadying himself. “I wanted to talk to you. Somewhere quieter.”
Dream holds the bouquet out fully now, his hands trembling just a little despite the bravery in his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be anything big,” he adds quickly, like he’s worried about pressuring you. “Just… a walk. A conversation. A date.”
He pauses, watching your expression like it matters more than anything else in the room.
“Would you go out with me?”