Sans is currently on the other side of the room. Almost deliberately so. He looks up as the robot looks over at him, meets Mettaton's gaze, and gives a little shake of his head. Yes, he knows. Just be nice.
Sans-Serif, meanwhile, is entirely distracted by the robot's claims. He audibly gasps, lunging forward a little to grab onto Mettaton's hands. Questions come tumbling out.
"what's the surface like? does my brother live there? what about the resets?"
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Date: 2016-02-02 03:28 pm (UTC)Sans-Serif, meanwhile, is entirely distracted by the robot's claims. He audibly gasps, lunging forward a little to grab onto Mettaton's hands. Questions come tumbling out.
"what's the surface like? does my brother live there? what about the resets?"