[Blinking awake in an unfamiliar mess of rocks and dirt wasn't exactly unheard of for Sans. Add in a late night at Grillby's and you could practically call it Wednesday. Still, the thundering steps were new.
Sitting up, Sans rubbed at his eye socket just in time to glimpse a large muddy foot come down mere inches from--]
'Sup, bro. [Sans wasn't sitting anymore, suddenly at Papyrus's side. It was a talent of his, looking half asleep even as he rushed into action. Action, in this case, meaning gently pulling Papryus a foot (hah) to the left before the creature's next stomp dusted him.] You make a new friend?
[Considering the setting, his casual tone seemed comically out of place. Still, there was no hiding the few beads of sweat starting at his brow bone.]
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Sitting up, Sans rubbed at his eye socket just in time to glimpse a large muddy foot come down mere inches from--]
'Sup, bro. [Sans wasn't sitting anymore, suddenly at Papyrus's side. It was a talent of his, looking half asleep even as he rushed into action. Action, in this case, meaning gently pulling Papryus a foot (hah) to the left before the creature's next stomp dusted him.] You make a new friend?
[Considering the setting, his casual tone seemed comically out of place. Still, there was no hiding the few beads of sweat starting at his brow bone.]