That last bit slips out accidentally, and Sans is sympathetic. He's certainly grown familiar with that particular problem. "you made friends with me, frisk." A Sans who hadn't just considered killing them, but had made dozens of attempts to do so moments before arriving here. But Sans doesn't say that much, just adds a confident: "anyone else should be easy."
He pulls his hand gently away, and time stutters and skips as Sans takes several shortcuts in very quick succession. First to the ground floor, then out to a certain spot in the gardens, then down the trapdoor and along the tunnel to the cave. From there, back into the castle, but this time he actually does walk to the kitchens, because Sans doesn't know his way there quite that well yet. From there, he has to dig around for a little bit, but finally finds what he needs. And so it probably won't be more than an hour, before he appears beside the chair again, though he immediately sits down heavily beside it with a huff, swaying just a little.
"yikes. that is way more of a workout than i expected to get today. but, uh, here." He passes a plate up. On that plate, there is a hot dog. The bread isn't a proper bun, and he couldn't find any ketchup. But there is mustard, and he even cooked the water sausage in one of the castle's charcoal ovens for a little bit.
"might not be monster food, but it's food made by a monster. maybe that counts?"
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Date: 2015-12-22 03:49 pm (UTC)He pulls his hand gently away, and time stutters and skips as Sans takes several shortcuts in very quick succession. First to the ground floor, then out to a certain spot in the gardens, then down the trapdoor and along the tunnel to the cave. From there, back into the castle, but this time he actually does walk to the kitchens, because Sans doesn't know his way there quite that well yet. From there, he has to dig around for a little bit, but finally finds what he needs. And so it probably won't be more than an hour, before he appears beside the chair again, though he immediately sits down heavily beside it with a huff, swaying just a little.
"yikes. that is way more of a workout than i expected to get today. but, uh, here." He passes a plate up. On that plate, there is a hot dog. The bread isn't a proper bun, and he couldn't find any ketchup. But there is mustard, and he even cooked the water sausage in one of the castle's charcoal ovens for a little bit.
"might not be monster food, but it's food made by a monster. maybe that counts?"