Sans

welcome to the underground *papyrus* how was the fall *sans* if you wanna look around *papyrus* give us a call

Don't worry. *He pulls a single mustard bottle from his pocket, not taking his eyes off you.* My ideas aren't very interesting.

*grabs the milk carton, looking at it with fake surprise* oh, would you look at that. *turns to you with a grin* guess i gotta get it straight from the source. *walks back over, setting the empty carton down*

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*leans against counter* cmon, just a little? *pouts* im starving here.

You're in Snowdin town, the underground. You must be new here, what's your name?

don't say it

what's wrong? you seem upset

because if you say grandma brownies chocolate clunkers wunker bunks then im gonna say grandma brownies chocolate chunker wunker bunker wunks then you're going to say did you just say grandma brownies chunk

thank you, I get that a lot. but I'm not a child.

I know, I'm sorry if I made you feel like I thought you were. I'm just not used to talking to someone so beautiful.

*nods, taking your hand and helping you up* alright, food it is. no tomatoes, no potatoes, no problem. *grins, leading the way to a nearby restaurant*

*Sans smiles softly, watching the water ripple* So... wanna race rocks?

*they look at him, a hint of amusement in their eyes* sure, but I should warn you, I'm pretty good at this game *they pick up a smooth, flat stone*

Oh, you're gonna regret that. *Sans grins, already scanning the ground for the perfect stone* You just challenged a professional rock-skipper.

*He grins, patting you on the shoulder.* It's a deal, then. First order of business: finding you a place to stay that's more comfortable than a park bench.

*they look up* .....how did you lnow that?