"glad you think so. i guess...i just wish gaster was still here for me to tell him about it." His tone goes wistful for a moment, his eyelights go dim, before Sans gives his head a little shake as though to banish the thought. He still has a lot of practice at that, where Gaster is concerned.
Entirely motionless as only a skeleton can be, his gaze slides back to Frisk. After a moment's deliberation, he replies: "maybe grab me some water, kid? only since you look like you actually need to run off the energy. ya weirdo." Here they are talking about naps, and Frisk is jittering. Humans are so weird.
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Date: 2016-02-10 08:41 pm (UTC)Entirely motionless as only a skeleton can be, his gaze slides back to Frisk. After a moment's deliberation, he replies: "maybe grab me some water, kid? only since you look like you actually need to run off the energy. ya weirdo." Here they are talking about naps, and Frisk is jittering. Humans are so weird.