It might be a non sequitur, but it's also quite a high compliment, knowing who they're both thinking of. If a skeleton could blush, Sans would definitely be blushing.
They're friends, or at least Sans hopes they are. That's not a judgement he makes easily, but even he can see that Frisk wouldn't put themselves out there this much if they didn't care. Sans, meanwhile, probably only cares more about his brothers, at this point. It helps that they keep coincidentally running into each other. Or maybe it's not a coincidence.
Either way, he yawns, and settles down more comfortably in his corner, remembering only in that moment that he'd been on his way to take a nap himself.
"that a yes, or am i just gonna have to settle for being the world's wittiest speedbump right here?"
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It might be a non sequitur, but it's also quite a high compliment, knowing who they're both thinking of. If a skeleton could blush, Sans would definitely be blushing.
They're friends, or at least Sans hopes they are. That's not a judgement he makes easily, but even he can see that Frisk wouldn't put themselves out there this much if they didn't care. Sans, meanwhile, probably only cares more about his brothers, at this point. It helps that they keep coincidentally running into each other. Or maybe it's not a coincidence.
Either way, he yawns, and settles down more comfortably in his corner, remembering only in that moment that he'd been on his way to take a nap himself.
"that a yes, or am i just gonna have to settle for being the world's wittiest speedbump right here?"