Fell sighed deeply and tightened his grip on the steering wheel of his old Ford. Things were much more complicated since he had started hanging out with Underswap Papyrus. Fell attempted to suppress a smile, but failed. He always failed to stop a smile when they hung out. Fell bit his tongue as he thought of the dream he had the night before, one that had him questioning if there was more to this friendship than he thought. Fell tapped his finger thoughtfully on the steering wheel as he slowed to a stop at the red light. As Fell stared at the light, he figured he was going to be rather late so he texted Paps to order for him.
_What you want?_
Fell chuckled at the laid-back skeleton's answer. Fell remembered when Classic Sans had introduced them all. He had found the lazy version of his brother interesting and fun. Fell hummed along to the Nickleback song Feed The Miachine as he pulled away the the light and to the old cafe downtown.
Merci pour la lecture!