"fries? better without ketchup?" Sans scoffs, trying to sound offended, but underneath that he's laughing. "You heathen."
The sound of their chewing is pretty gross, but Sans is very tired and prides himself on being able to sleep almost anywhere. So by the time Frisk has finished their food and wiped away the mustard, Sans is starting to doze. Not that it's terribly obvious, from this position, especially since he's not sleeping quite deeply enough to snore, nor deep enough to not hear Frisk on some level.
But he's asleep enough that the feeling of Frisk's hand stroking his head is enough to startle Sans fully awake, mumbling sleepily and twitching a little as he does. He looks around at the child, still a bit muddled for moment. But then Sans plays Frisk's question back in his head, and grins wearily.
"You want me to start pulling answers out of a hat, kid?" There's a lot that's wrong with Sans, and very little that Frisk can help with. Frisk will still get an answer, because Sans really is pretty tired. So he settles back more comfortably against the chair, waving a hand in mock-airiness. "I mean, there's the obvious - its, uh, its not exactly fun, finding out that my friends have been kicked around and my brother was responsible."
As am I! Happy to contribute!
The sound of their chewing is pretty gross, but Sans is very tired and prides himself on being able to sleep almost anywhere. So by the time Frisk has finished their food and wiped away the mustard, Sans is starting to doze. Not that it's terribly obvious, from this position, especially since he's not sleeping quite deeply enough to snore, nor deep enough to not hear Frisk on some level.
But he's asleep enough that the feeling of Frisk's hand stroking his head is enough to startle Sans fully awake, mumbling sleepily and twitching a little as he does. He looks around at the child, still a bit muddled for moment. But then Sans plays Frisk's question back in his head, and grins wearily.
"You want me to start pulling answers out of a hat, kid?" There's a lot that's wrong with Sans, and very little that Frisk can help with. Frisk will still get an answer, because Sans really is pretty tired. So he settles back more comfortably against the chair, waving a hand in mock-airiness. "I mean, there's the obvious - its, uh, its not exactly fun, finding out that my friends have been kicked around and my brother was responsible."