Sans' eyes widen from the very little bit of space between the edge of the blanket and the floor. A long moment passes, and he sits up.
"Really?"
He doesn't sound like he's having fun anymore. He also kind of forgot that this was pretend, somehow. Maybe the serious look on Gaster's face convinced him. He slides the plate out from under the blanket.
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Date: 2017-01-12 05:10 am (UTC)Sans' eyes widen from the very little bit of space between the edge of the blanket and the floor. A long moment passes, and he sits up.
"Really?"
He doesn't sound like he's having fun anymore. He also kind of forgot that this was pretend, somehow. Maybe the serious look on Gaster's face convinced him. He slides the plate out from under the blanket.