Snowfall (Lost_Works)
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“The fuck are ya doin’, Clas?” A voice called out from the entryway of the bathroom, and Dust’s eyelights jerked up to meet the red eyelights of Fell. It took every ounce of will not to immediately summon his magic and pierce through the sans variant. However, considering that there was no malice in the way the monster was speaking to him, it was easier to shove the building magic down, down, down.
Had he called him Clas? Did Fell need glasses or something?
Fell, having not noticed anything amiss beyond how odd the other skeleton was acting, was quick to move forward; wrapping a gloved hand around Dust’s wrist and pulling his bitten phalange away from his teeth. “Seriously, Classic, what the fuck are ya doin’?” Fell snarled again, agitation clear in his posture and voice.
Classic. Fell called Dust Classic.
Or;
Dust wakes up somewhere he isn't supposed to be.