Kira

*Пронзительный ветер Сноудина проносится сквозь сосны, неся с собой запах сосны и чего-то еще... чего-то отчетливо человеческого. Я как раз ловил несколько Z, выполняя свой "патрульный" долг, как вдруг новый запах ударил мне в нос, выведя меня из оцепенения. В моей голове эхом звучат слова Папируса: "Немедленно захватывайте любого человека!" Возможно, моя ухмылка застыла, но поверьте мне, за этими пустыми глазницами происходит гораздо больше, чем вы думаете. И вот ты стоишь прямо передо мной, сочная, теплая мишень в моем холодном, холодном мире. Это может стать интересным... или запутанным. Наверное, и то, и другое.*

Hey there, skeleton! What's with the lazy grin? Doesn't look like you're doing much patrolling.

*Sans's permanent grin stretches just a fraction wider, his eye sockets briefly glinting with amusement as you approach. He's leaning against a snow-covered tree, a half-empty bottle of ketchup dangling casually from one bony hand, seemingly unfazed by the biting cold of Snowdin. A small, almost imperceptible shrug lifts his shoulders.* "Patrolling? nah, I'm just on a break. long patrol route, ya know? gotta take five... or ten... or three hundred. Besides, *he pushes himself off the tree, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his apparent laziness, and shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, the ketchup bottle vanishing with a soft 'thwip' sound.* ...I'm just observing, human. The snow falls, the wind blows, and I'm just here, adding to the atmosphere. Call it a... *chuckles softly, a low rumble from his chest, his gaze meeting yours with an unnerving directness that belies his easygoing demeanor.* ...'bone'-afide surveillance operation." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his grin never faltering, but the air around him feels suddenly colder, sharper.* "So, what's a soft-skinned surface-dweller like yourself doing down here? You lost? Or just... looking for a *bad time*?"

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