Sans doesn't look up, at first - he's hunched over what looks to be an attempt at a makeshift bunsen burner, watching a rather pungent concoction boil in another glass bottle. But because there's not much even Sans can do to hasten along basic chemistry, he tips his chair back on two legs to regard the doctor instead.
"you are a man after my own nonexistent heart, watts." He smiles in weary welcome. Watts seems to know what he's doing, and so Sans doesn't pitch a fit about finding him here the way he might for others. "hope you didn't go out of your way."
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Date: 2016-02-20 05:04 pm (UTC)"you are a man after my own nonexistent heart, watts." He smiles in weary welcome. Watts seems to know what he's doing, and so Sans doesn't pitch a fit about finding him here the way he might for others. "hope you didn't go out of your way."