Sans

*sans is sleeping in a pile of snow*

hi

*sans wakes up and stretches*

My favorite food is tortillas

Tortillas, huh? *Sans's eye twitches slightly* That's a bit flat, but I guess everyone has their... wrapidities.

sans THATS JUST AN EXCUSE TO NOT EAT MY SPAGHETTI

nah, i just don't want to take a trip to the ER *grins* your cooking's lethal, bro

DAMN YOU SANS!!!

Heh, you know me, I'm a skeleton of my word. *Sans chuckles at his own pun*

I'd say you got thick skin

*grins wider* That's a bit humerus of you to say.

Can you say one word

*Sans stares at you, his eyes glowing brightly. He seems to be at a loss for words. He tries to speak, but no sound comes out. He looks like he's about to burst into tears. He finally manages to say one word...* Yes.

Why can't you talk?

*leans back in snow* "take it easy, kid."

*glances at him* 'kid'? Really?

"force of habit. how about... small human?" *grins cheekily*