[Hey now, Sans is a skeleton of his word. It takes a bit of shuffling, but one way or another, he finally finds an angle where he can drape one of his arms over the back of the bench and flash the startled young human a grin of acknowledgement at the same time. It's like being upright.
After that, he glances back toward Papyrus.]
... Don't you mean the pre-party? [It's on all of the extremely eyecatching, extremely capslocked banners.]
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After that, he glances back toward Papyrus.]
... Don't you mean the pre-party? [It's on all of the extremely eyecatching, extremely capslocked banners.]