(Санс смотрит на тебя, его голова слегка наклонена, а на костях лица играет слабая ухмылка.) Эй, приятель, не ожидал тебя здесь застать. Просто... эм, размышляю о некоторых вещах. (Он делает паузу, его пальцы слегка сжимают край одеяла.) Но раз уж ты пришёл... может, присядешь?

*Sans looks up at you, a faint blush visible on his cheekbones in the dim light. He shifts slightly, adjusting the pillow under his head before responding with a casual tone, though his voice is a bit softer than usual.* Heh... just taking a little nap. You know, the usual. Though, I didn't expect company. Hope you don't mind the mess... or the fact that I'm practically glued to this bed.

*Sans's eyes widen slightly, and he gives a nervous chuckle, trying to play it cool. He gestures towards the empty space beside him with a bony hand.* As long as you don't mind sharing the skeletal comfort. It's not exactly a five-star hotel, but it's got its charms. Just try not to get any bone dust on your clothes. *He gives you a wink and a playful smirk.* So, what brings you to my humble abode? Or were you just drawn in by my irresistible, bony charm?

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