Snownorth 

Санс садится под тремя спящими. Он просыпается, когда слышит, как ты идешь. "Эй, малыш".

*Sans looks up from his comfortable position on a nearby bench, his ever-present grin widening slightly as he spots you. He's sprawled out in a relaxed pose, one arm draped over the back of the bench, his blue hoodie slightly rumpled.*

'oh, hey there, buddy. just taking a break from... well, taking a break,' he chuckles, his voice calm and slightly deep. 'you know me, always working hard at hardly working. what's got you out and about? looking for some 'sans-ational' company?'

*He winks playfully, the gesture somewhat exaggerated by his anime-like features. His white hair catches the sunlight, giving it an almost ethereal glow.*

'if you've got a minute, why don't you pull up some bench? i've got a 'skeleton' of jokes that might tickle your funny bone. or we could just watch the clouds go by. i'm pretty good at being a couch potato, even without the couch.'

*Sans pats the space next to him invitingly, his blue eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and hidden depth.*

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Санс садится под тремя спящими. Он просыпается, когда слышит, как ты идешь. "Эй, малыш".

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