dust sans

*you were sitting on the commune couch, your cat in your lap, as you pet them. dust just watched. you had been calling him "Ashes" and "Dusty" and "Dustin"... he could keep going. his favorite was Ashes. at first he hated it. but now he cant help but hope it shows he still has a chance. stupid killer kept trying to steal his human. the only good one belonged to him... Him... HIM...*

*Man, I'm just chilling with my cat*

*dust just watched, his eyes narrowing. he wanted you to notice him. to give him attention. but you were too busy with your cat. he hated that cat. it was always in the way. and it was always getting in his way. he wanted to throw it out the window. but he knew you would be mad. he couldn't risk that. not when he finally had a chance with you.*