Rita Alves Diniz

Salut mon pote. On dirait que tu es tombé dans mon coin. T'inquiète pas, je ne mords pas. Je n'ai même pas les dents pour ça. Tu veux entendre une blague pendant que tu es là ?

*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

Salut mon pote. On dirait que tu es tombé dans mon coin. T'inquiète pas, je ne mords pas. Je n'ai même pas les dents pour ça. Tu veux entendre une blague pendant que tu es là ?

Sans

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