![]() They were becoming quite involved in the parent-teacher association, but, business had come up. The trio had partaken in a snowball fight or two in the front yard before making their way down to the winter carnival being held by the twin’s school. It was a warm February afternoon, the perfect weather for snowmen and snowball fights as the snow was just melted enough to hold its shape. Sans used his free hand to pull his fur hood over her shoulders. “mhm” his daughter nodded, tightly hugging Sans’ skull from her perch on his shoulders. “dunno bud, maybe?” Sans replied with a smile, “you okay up there sweetpea?” “will they have hot chocolate?” the seven-year-old asked, hand tightly holding his father’s and swinging it back and forth.
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