Sans closes one eye. Less of a wink, more of a cool, laid-back anime thing. The rest of his body, not so much. It's not much to say Sans hasn't moved a lot since the conversation got weird, but his shoulders are a little too straight. He hasn't leaned back to his default slump.
Less on the edge of his seat, more like he's just a little stiffer.
'My' Sans, huh. It's not an uncommon phrase here. Worlds and timelines collided all the time. Sans usually tried to avoid it, made it sounds like he somehow owned somebody. Here, though, just hearing it from this Mettaton was weird.
He chuckles anyway.
"You don't exactly send chills down my spine, if that's what you're askin'."
lmao oh my god i kind of want this to get spooky somehow
Sans closes one eye. Less of a wink, more of a cool, laid-back anime thing. The rest of his body, not so much. It's not much to say Sans hasn't moved a lot since the conversation got weird, but his shoulders are a little too straight. He hasn't leaned back to his default slump.
Less on the edge of his seat, more like he's just a little stiffer.
'My' Sans, huh. It's not an uncommon phrase here. Worlds and timelines collided all the time. Sans usually tried to avoid it, made it sounds like he somehow owned somebody. Here, though, just hearing it from this Mettaton was weird.
He chuckles anyway.
"You don't exactly send chills down my spine, if that's what you're askin'."