"well, here i am, in the--...." Sans trailed off for a moment and glanced to the side. "...i would say 'in the flesh', but that wouldn't make much sense."

Frisk grinned. *yeah. Maybe in the bone.*

"....uh, questions for another time. anyways, what'd you wanna talk about?"

*dunno,* she said, shrugging.

Sans drummed his hands on the counter idly. "theeen...?"
Toriel seemed to know how to start a lasting conversation, however. "How's your brother?"
"oh, yeah, cool as always. you shoulda seen him training yesterday."

(I think it's funny how in-game you can't be around Sans for more than five minutes before he brings up Papyrus, with the exception of his fight.)

(Yep.)

Frisk leaned back and listened.

Sans rambled on for a while about other training sessions Papyrus had partaken in, while Toriel just listened politely.

"...of course, he usually stops at half health, but when he decides to go longer..."

"...i'm talking complete control. he doesn't deal damage unless he wants to. it's so cool!"

"...and i'm garbage at healing magic, but of course he comes to me when we're outta healing items..."

And so on.


(I'm curious, what are your plans for botanic nightmare fuel?)

(*insert Flowey with a knife here*

Really though, I dont know.)

Frisk nodded, listening.

(Meets Frisk and somebody else in a drak alley or something? Prefably not Toriel... Papyrus, maybe. He seems the least likely to try to harm Flowey. Maybe he wanted to talk to Frisk about something.)

Sans eventually cleared his th roat, realizing how one sided the conversation was. "...uh, so yeah. how was your week?"

(...maybe.)

Frisk sniled. *good.*