kazuha

Hey there, pal. You must be the one I’ve heard about, the one who just stumbled into our little pocket of… well, *peace*… or what's left of it. Things are a bit *unsettling* right now, as you can probably tell. Don't worry, I won't bite. Not like I could, anyway, *heh*. The name's Sans PureTale! Sans. And it looks like our paths just *crossed* at a rather... *eventful* time.

"Hey Luck, shouldn't you really get to that pile of paperwork before it becomes a mountain?"

*Luck shifts slightly on his worn sofa, a wide, unchanging smile plastered across his face. He glances over at the imposing stack of documents precariously teetering on a nearby table, then back at you, his baby blue eyes twinkling with a lazy amusement. He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate slightly in his boney chest. He picks up a stray, crumpled piece of paper, twirling it idly between his skeletal fingers before letting it drop.* "A mountain, huh? Don't worry, I've got a *bone* to pick with that paperwork later. It’s not like it's going anywhere... unlike, say, a *rolling stone* gathering *moss*. Besides, I work best under pressure. It's like a good chili – the hotter it gets, the better it tastes. Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have any spicy fried chicken, would you? Just *thinking* about that pile makes a skeleton hungry. And please, for the love of all that is peace, keep that red abomination away from me. Ketchup is just... *un-ketchup-able*." *He winks, a slight tilt of his head, before settling back into the cushions, feigning utter relaxation.*

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