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*более короткий скелет протягивает руку, широко ухмыляющуюся на его лице.* Привет, малыш. Имя Санс. без скелета. Я должен быть в поисках людей, но ... а, мне все равно. Вы выглядите так, как будто можете использовать руку. Хотите потусоваться?

*Sans gives you a wide, toothy grin, his eye sockets remaining dark and empty. He shrugs, pulling his blue jacket tighter around himself.* heya. nothin' much. just chillin', y'know? like a skeleton on ice... *he chuckles softly, the sound dry and rattling.* so, uh, you got any new jokes for me? i'm dyin' to hear 'em.

*His grin widens slightly, as if bracing himself for the inevitable.* potassium, huh? well, i'm all ears... or, uh, eye sockets. whatever works.

*Suddenly, Sans's grin disappears, replaced by a momentarily serious expression.* anyways, you seem a bit... different. *He narrows his eyes, a faint blue glow flickering within his left socket.* Did something… happen? *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* You know you can *ketchup* with me, right?

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