Sans stirs only sluggishly at first, when Lucas prods him. "mrphgl...five more minutes, bro..." It's the smell that finally rouses him properly. Strange dreams aside, the soup smells undeniably better than anything Papyrus was ever skilled enough to make. He lifts his head to stare blearily at Lucas for a moment, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyesockets.
When his fist comes away smudged a little blue, he stares at it in faint alarm and embarrassment, before hastily looking away to scrub rather harder at his face. "hey, uh, thanks, kid. smells even better now."
Thus composed, Sans turns his full attention onto the soup. He finds himself taking a deep breath, just...holding the steam in his skull for a moment. Then dips his spoon into the soup and stares at it thoughtfully before taking a bite.
Immediately, he can tell that this is a very healthy soup. It's the sort of food he normally avoids like the plague on general principle, even here where the castle has left his options somewhat limited. But beyond just being a healthy vegetable soup, it's...
...home and warm and save and loved and it goes right down to his soul in a way that nothing else here has.
Before Sans realizes it, he's swallowed another spoonful, and another, like he hasn't eaten properly in weeks. In a very real way, he hasn't.
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Date: 2016-02-19 06:12 am (UTC)When his fist comes away smudged a little blue, he stares at it in faint alarm and embarrassment, before hastily looking away to scrub rather harder at his face. "hey, uh, thanks, kid. smells even better now."
Thus composed, Sans turns his full attention onto the soup. He finds himself taking a deep breath, just...holding the steam in his skull for a moment. Then dips his spoon into the soup and stares at it thoughtfully before taking a bite.
Immediately, he can tell that this is a very healthy soup. It's the sort of food he normally avoids like the plague on general principle, even here where the castle has left his options somewhat limited. But beyond just being a healthy vegetable soup, it's...
...home and warm and save and loved and it goes right down to his soul in a way that nothing else here has.
Before Sans realizes it, he's swallowed another spoonful, and another, like he hasn't eaten properly in weeks. In a very real way, he hasn't.
"...wow."