֎The poor skeleton jumped violently when he heard the other’s voice, a bright red blush covering his face once he realized that he had been caught singing. With a extremely exaggerated sigh, Flower leaned forward, putting his face in his hands as he tried not to scream in both embarrassment and fear.
֎Finally, he tilted his head to the side so that his red eyelight could see his mysterious onlooker, his face still bright red. “Don’t'cha know it’s rude to eavesdrop?” His voice was a quiet mumble, surprisingly quiet compared to the skeleton’s earlier singing. With a muttered string of curses, Flower lent back in the bench he had been sitting on, trying vehemently to fight down his embarrassed blush.
֎He failed rather spectacularly at that, though.
֎After a few moments, Flower finally got his embarrassed blush under control, and finally he moved his face from his hands mumbling quietly under his breath. Flower sighed, looking back at the other. “So, now that ye’ve gott'n a free concert, what’s yer name love? I’m Sans, or ya can just call me Flower.”