(Sure, you do it because idk what to do)

(M'kay.)

A couple hours passed and Sans was still out like a light switch.

Frisk pokes him. *you up?* she asked softly.

Her companion shifted and mumbled something before opening an eyesocket. "i am now. whatchya need?"

Frisk said softly, *we need to keep moving.*

"fine." He grudgingly agreed, then paused, glancing down at the young bird. "how's mistral doing?"

*good. But Mistral?i

The bird chirped sleepily.

"mistral." Sans gestured to the bird. "unless you thought of a name while i was asleep."

*i like it.*

Mistral looked up at the skeleton, mouth open.

Sans eyed the bird for an extended moment, then groaned, appearently getting the message. "and thus, the headaches commemce. let's hurry up and find that friend of yours."