"You're welcome." He can pick up on the small smile, there, and that's appreciated too; at any rate, it seems that they've both come out of this very unexpected conversation for the mostly better. Lucas shrugs a little. "--It was nice. Being able to talk about it. ...Haven't for awhile..."
Even if it had only been this bit--even if neither of them had really gotten into the details of everything. But knowing there is somebody else here, that does sort of understand--even if he found out on accident, mostly--it's still...nice. A little less lonely, maybe.
Which isn't to say that Lucas isn't still somewhat preoccupied, with some things...but Sans lets the quiet settle, and Lucas uses it to move those thoughts aside for awhile. Sans's slurping is joined by Lucas's much quieter and more careful ones, for awhile, and by the time Sans does speak up again Lucas looks up with a considerably cleared expression.
--Though--wiping his mouth like that...ah....Lucas stares at the unfortunate sleeve for a moment, wondering if maybe he should have dug up some napkins after all. (Sans isn't much for table manners, it seems...) But that's soon forgotten, as Sans asks his question. Lucas blinks, surprised.
"For your brother?" For Papyrus, then--the other Papyrus, right...or, S-4, as Sans goes on to clarify. Lucas nods quickly, perking up just a bit. "Oh, sure...I wouldn't mind at all. I'm, actually, not very busy usually..." There isn't a lot to do, in the castle, and Lucas has whiled away a lot of time just trying to explore and--more fruitlessly, lately--maybe find a way to someplace else. This confession is somewhat sheepish. "But, if you can't find me or you're in a hurry--I could tell you how to make it too, yes. Then you can make it for yourself and anybody else too, if you want."
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Date: 2016-02-23 03:39 am (UTC)Even if it had only been this bit--even if neither of them had really gotten into the details of everything. But knowing there is somebody else here, that does sort of understand--even if he found out on accident, mostly--it's still...nice. A little less lonely, maybe.
Which isn't to say that Lucas isn't still somewhat preoccupied, with some things...but Sans lets the quiet settle, and Lucas uses it to move those thoughts aside for awhile. Sans's slurping is joined by Lucas's much quieter and more careful ones, for awhile, and by the time Sans does speak up again Lucas looks up with a considerably cleared expression.
--Though--wiping his mouth like that...ah....Lucas stares at the unfortunate sleeve for a moment, wondering if maybe he should have dug up some napkins after all. (Sans isn't much for table manners, it seems...) But that's soon forgotten, as Sans asks his question. Lucas blinks, surprised.
"For your brother?" For Papyrus, then--the other Papyrus, right...or, S-4, as Sans goes on to clarify. Lucas nods quickly, perking up just a bit. "Oh, sure...I wouldn't mind at all. I'm, actually, not very busy usually..." There isn't a lot to do, in the castle, and Lucas has whiled away a lot of time just trying to explore and--more fruitlessly, lately--maybe find a way to someplace else. This confession is somewhat sheepish. "But, if you can't find me or you're in a hurry--I could tell you how to make it too, yes. Then you can make it for yourself and anybody else too, if you want."