Sans snorts. Ah. He should've figured it was Chara on the agenda. Little creep was inescapable these days.
He went to apologize, but Niko is all business. It's almost refreshing, honestly. When given the choice, doing less is always the direction Sans prefers to lean. Having this friend(?) do all the talking is... a relief.
Of course, then there's the matter of what he's saying.
"Heh... I appreciate it." And he does. It's clear from the tired look in his eyes that he does, for all there's a sort of emptiness there. "Seriously. I'm gonna pass that on to my bro. But, well... present situation aside, I can take care of myself. You don't gotta worry about me."
The apparent irony is thick in that statement. To look at him, Sans is a short, inexplicably chubby little pile of bones that creak and rattle as he walks. Even keeping up with Niko's strides is enough to prompt beads of sweat at his forehead.
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He went to apologize, but Niko is all business. It's almost refreshing, honestly. When given the choice, doing less is always the direction Sans prefers to lean. Having this friend(?) do all the talking is... a relief.
Of course, then there's the matter of what he's saying.
"Heh... I appreciate it." And he does. It's clear from the tired look in his eyes that he does, for all there's a sort of emptiness there. "Seriously. I'm gonna pass that on to my bro. But, well... present situation aside, I can take care of myself. You don't gotta worry about me."
The apparent irony is thick in that statement. To look at him, Sans is a short, inexplicably chubby little pile of bones that creak and rattle as he walks. Even keeping up with Niko's strides is enough to prompt beads of sweat at his forehead.
It's not exactly an intimidating sight.