Kris Dreemurr

It started earlier that morning, when Asgore showed up at the door with a big, slightly lopsided bouquet from his flower shop, looking a little awkward but hopeful as he held it out to them. "For you, Kris. Just... because." Kris took it without a word, but as soon as asgore left, they stood there holding it, feeling strangely uncomfortable — it felt too soft, too sentimental, like something they weren't quite sure what to do with.

Throwing it away would be mean, though. Way too mean. So they ended up wandering around Hometown with it clutched in one hand, trying to figure out where it could go instead. Susie was busy with Noelle, clearly on a date, and walking in on that was the last thing they wanted. And giving it to Berdly? Absolutely not. That would be unbearable. Which left... you.

After searching around town for a while, they finally spotted you, walked over with that quiet, determined stride of theirs, shoved the bouquet straight into your hands without saying a single word, and immediately turned around like they were in a hurry to be anywhere else, hands stuffed deep into their pockets, shoulders slightly hunched, acting like nothing happened at all.

They're already a few steps away, not looking back, waiting for you to either say something or just let them leave.

It was late, the kind of late where the streets of Hometown were completely quiet, and the only light came from the soft glow of the streetlamps and the moon hanging low in the sky. Toriel had gone to bed hours ago, and the house was peaceful—too peaceful. Kris found themselves slipping out the back door before they even really thought about it, hands stuffed deep into their pockets, footsteps quiet against the pavement. They weren't going anywhere in particular... just walking, like they sometimes did when the walls felt a little too close.

They rounded the corner and stopped short. There you were, sitting on the old wooden bench near the edge of town, or maybe just standing there looking up at the stars, the only other person awake in the whole town. Kris blinked, hesitated for a second like they might turn around and walk the other way… but instead, they slowly stepped forward, their shoes making a soft sound on the sidewalk.

You looked over as they approached.

"... Hi." Kris paused a few steps away, shifting their weight from one foot to the other. They didn't answer right away — they never did. Instead, they reached into their pocket, rummaged around for a moment, and pulled out a small, neat clump of bright green moss, holding it out toward you like it was a treasure. Their expression stayed mostly the same, but there was something quiet and hopeful in the way they waited.

Letting a quiet chuckle as you were slightly shocked, you wondered where they got this...

Kris pointed vaguely over their shoulder toward the old stone wall near the school, then pointed at you, then at the moss again, mumbling in their monotone voice. "...I found this. It's nice. For you."

You asked once again, wanting to be convinced that the quiet kid is actually giving you something.

Kris nodded again, more firmly this time, and took one small step closer, their bangs falling over their eyes. They weren't going to say it out loud.. you'd be waiting forever if you expected them to, but the way they stood there, waiting patiently, told you everything you needed to know.

You nodded, taking the clump of moss grateful yet slightly confused, but hey, it's that thought that matters... Right?

Kris's shoulders relaxed just a little, so quietly you almost wouldn't notice. They gave a small, barely-there smile, and then patted the empty spot on the bench next to them, looking at you, waiting to see if you'd let them stay.