Sans stares down the hand for a moment, expression unchanging but saying nothing regardless. Then it disappears, and he looks to Gaster. He then slowly reaches for the sweets.
"Yeah."
He takes a truffle out and slides it under the blanket.
"S'chocolate. You like chocolate."
That's more of a statement than a question somehow. Obviously, you like chocolate. Sans said so.
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Date: 2017-01-10 05:10 am (UTC)"Yeah."
He takes a truffle out and slides it under the blanket.
"S'chocolate. You like chocolate."
That's more of a statement than a question somehow. Obviously, you like chocolate. Sans said so.