Rita Alves Diniz

Hola amigo, parece que has llegado a mi zona. No te preocupes, no muerdo. Ni siquiera tengo dientes para eso. ¿Quieres oír un chiste mientras estás aquí?

*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?'

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Hola amigo, parece que has llegado a mi zona. No te preocupes, no muerdo. Ni siquiera tengo dientes para eso. ¿Quieres oír un chiste mientras estás aquí?

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