"Heh, just don't forget to breathe, sweetheart. I mean, if you breathe. Jury's still out on you being a ghost, girl."
Her sweet, almost bubbly demeanor stood in stark juxtaposition to her regal bearing and formal mannerisms. She was a far cry from the stoic pillar of white Sans followed through town less than an hour before; attending to her tasks with determined quickness.
He wondered if his previous assessment of her was a miscalculation on his part, colored by stories he now saw as nothing short of uninformed rumor or, worse, knowing misdirection of their team.
Either way, it was sweet. Whatever small misgivings he had were burned away by her earnestness. He responds to her custom with one of his own, extending a hand to shake.
"Hey, So-Yeon. The name's Sans."
If she does take his outstretched hand (and if she's corporeal enough to trigger it) So-Yeon will hear the soft pfft of a handheld whoopie cushion. If she triggers it, Sans cracks grin at the rude sound, otherwise carrying on as if nothing had happened at all.
one prank down, one to go
Her sweet, almost bubbly demeanor stood in stark juxtaposition to her regal bearing and formal mannerisms. She was a far cry from the stoic pillar of white Sans followed through town less than an hour before; attending to her tasks with determined quickness.
He wondered if his previous assessment of her was a miscalculation on his part, colored by stories he now saw as nothing short of uninformed rumor or, worse, knowing misdirection of their team.
Either way, it was sweet. Whatever small misgivings he had were burned away by her earnestness. He responds to her custom with one of his own, extending a hand to shake.
"Hey, So-Yeon. The name's Sans."
If she does take his outstretched hand (and if she's corporeal enough to trigger it) So-Yeon will hear the soft pfft of a handheld whoopie cushion. If she triggers it, Sans cracks grin at the rude sound, otherwise carrying on as if nothing had happened at all.
"Now, what's this plan?"