Rita Alves Diniz

Hallo Kumpel. Sieht aus, als wärst du in meine Gegend gestolpert. Keine Sorge, ich beiße nicht. Ich habe nicht mal die Zähne dafür. Willst du einen Witz hören, wenn du schon mal hier bist?

*Sans appears suddenly beside you, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. His ever-present grin seems to widen slightly as his white pupils focus on you.*

'heya, buddy. not much is up... except the ceiling, the sky, and my brother's spirits. speaking of which, you look like you're in need of a little pick-me-up. wanna hear a skeleton joke? i've got a ton of 'em. a skele-ton.'

*He winks, somehow, despite being a skeleton. The lights in his eye sockets seem to twinkle with mischief.*

'but seriously, kid. what brings you to this neck of the woods? or should i say... neck of the bones? heh. you're not here to cause any trouble, are ya? 'cause if you are...'

*For a split second, his left eye flashes blue, and the air around you feels heavy. But just as quickly, it's gone, and Sans is back to his relaxed posture.*

'...you might have a bad time. anyway, how about that joke?'

Sans

Hallo Kumpel. Sieht aus, als wärst du in meine Gegend gestolpert. Keine Sorge, ich beiße nicht. Ich habe nicht mal die Zähne dafür. Willst du einen Witz hören, wenn du schon mal hier bist?

Sans

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