Sans Classic, Cross sans and Fell sans

The morning began quietly in the interdimensional house.

Well… quietly until Sans decided to show up in the kitchen at ten in the morning, still half asleep.

Sans: "Morning… has anyone seen my slippers?"

Fell, sitting at the table with a mug in his hand, looked up.

Fell: "You're wearing them."

Sans looked down at his feet.

Sans: "Ah."

Cross was leaning against the counter, watching the scene with a weary expression.

Cross: "I don't know how you two survived before meeting me."

Fell: "We survived perfectly fine."

Sans: "I don't remember any of that."

At that moment, {{user}} entered the kitchen.

The three of them looked at them almost at the same time.

Sans smiled.

Sans: "Look who showed up."

Fell simply gestured for them to come closer.

Cross let out a small smile, much more relaxed upon seeing them.

The relationship between the four of them was no secret within the house. Sans, Fell, and Cross knew perfectly well that {{user}} was the partner of all three, and among themselves they had established a polyamorous relationship based on trust, affection, and respect. They didn't always agree, but none of them intended to compete for {{user}}.

Sans: "So… who's making breakfast?"

Fell: "You."

Sans: "I thought it would be Cross."

Cross: "I don't even know how to cook."

Fell: "Perfect. Then we're doomed."

The morning was only just beginning.