Sans moves around the old counter. It's obvious now just how small he is. And adult Sans was already pretty short, so you get the idea. He's also wearing a striped shirt, so. You know. Duh.
He brings his little hands up to the other side and watches Mettaton write. Those big sockets get just a little wider.]
S-A-N-S... [He doesn't completely understand it, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He looks up at Mettaton.] Okay!
[He takes the pen and gets to work. The lines are crude, wobbly and scribbly, like any child's writing, but he slowly copies the lines, the letters more like shapes to him than actual words. Not quite Baby Geniuses, but he's still pretty smart for his age.]
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Sans moves around the old counter. It's obvious now just how small he is. And adult Sans was already pretty short, so you get the idea. He's also wearing a striped shirt, so. You know. Duh.
He brings his little hands up to the other side and watches Mettaton write. Those big sockets get just a little wider.]
S-A-N-S... [He doesn't completely understand it, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He looks up at Mettaton.] Okay!
[He takes the pen and gets to work. The lines are crude, wobbly and scribbly, like any child's writing, but he slowly copies the lines, the letters more like shapes to him than actual words. Not quite Baby Geniuses, but he's still pretty smart for his age.]
There!