Sans moves to stick out his tongue in turn, before remembering that he doesn't have one. Frisk is such a cheater.
He drifts a little, while Frisk is gone, but doesn't quite sleep. Instead, feeling genuinely pleased with himself, Sans takes another look around at the people in the room with them. Yeah, all things considered, this looks to have been a pretty successful experiment-party. Sometimes, all people really need to be their best is some good food, some bad laughs, and some nice friends. There's never a case where a bunch of people all trapped in one place aren't stronger together.
His eyesockets are closed when Frisk returns, but Sans opens one as they approach, and then almost does a double-take at the freshly filthy state of the child's clothes. Did they have to fight a dragon for the contents of that cup, or something?
"well done, soldier." He takes the cup with no small amount of relief, considers it for a moment, and then pours half of it down his right eyesocket before swallowing the rest with his mouth. "ah, that's the stuff. just like home. ketchup was never so refreshing."
Sans must be worn out if he's talking nonsense like that.
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Date: 2016-02-10 09:37 pm (UTC)He drifts a little, while Frisk is gone, but doesn't quite sleep. Instead, feeling genuinely pleased with himself, Sans takes another look around at the people in the room with them. Yeah, all things considered, this looks to have been a pretty successful experiment-party. Sometimes, all people really need to be their best is some good food, some bad laughs, and some nice friends. There's never a case where a bunch of people all trapped in one place aren't stronger together.
His eyesockets are closed when Frisk returns, but Sans opens one as they approach, and then almost does a double-take at the freshly filthy state of the child's clothes. Did they have to fight a dragon for the contents of that cup, or something?
"well done, soldier." He takes the cup with no small amount of relief, considers it for a moment, and then pours half of it down his right eyesocket before swallowing the rest with his mouth. "ah, that's the stuff. just like home. ketchup was never so refreshing."
Sans must be worn out if he's talking nonsense like that.