"Heh, yeah. I name them that myself. And yeah... well. It's not THAT uncommon, but I guess Temmie's a pretty bad example, huh?"
The blaster's sniffing stops as Frisk pats its head. Now, a little less curious, it leans into the hand.
"Not too hard, buddy," Sans says carefully, which the blaster apparently obliges by remaining gentle. "Heheh. I wish I had pictures of the ones I used to make when I was a kid. They were like puppies. I guess I could still make one, I'm just used to my own magic now."
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"Heh, yeah. I name them that myself. And yeah... well. It's not THAT uncommon, but I guess Temmie's a pretty bad example, huh?"
The blaster's sniffing stops as Frisk pats its head. Now, a little less curious, it leans into the hand.
"Not too hard, buddy," Sans says carefully, which the blaster apparently obliges by remaining gentle. "Heheh. I wish I had pictures of the ones I used to make when I was a kid. They were like puppies. I guess I could still make one, I'm just used to my own magic now."