[He has the advantage here, it's true. He has the foothold, the benefit of knowing something of Sans the skeleton by simple past experience. Knows that he has a good memory, where Tim's is full of holes. Knows that he has a stare like inverse searchlights, black and yawning and picking straight into the core of him.]
[Knows that there's no real choice, no real answer to this question that counts in his favor besides the obvious.]
I guess it's good weather for it. [He lets his gaze drift, brief and resigned, in implicit acquiescence. Adds, slightly wry:] Birds are singing.
[Flowers are blooming.]
[Perfect weather for a game of catch. Don't you think?]
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[Knows that there's no real choice, no real answer to this question that counts in his favor besides the obvious.]
I guess it's good weather for it. [He lets his gaze drift, brief and resigned, in implicit acquiescence. Adds, slightly wry:] Birds are singing.
[Flowers are blooming.]
[Perfect weather for a game of catch. Don't you think?]