This is hardly the first time Sans has fallen asleep at the counter, of course. And a recent incident with Allison and some whipped cream have served to teach Robin that pranking the sleeping skeleton is completely acceptable behavior for a barista.
Which is good, because this skeleton is not one of her favorite people. Their first interaction had been of him smugly insistent that she'd end up coming aboard the Moira, and it had soured her impression of him. An impression made even worse by the fact that he'd been right.
Which is why, right now, she's very carefully pulling the sleeves of his parka down to cover up his hands. It's a slow process, as she has to be careful not to move him enough to wake him, but eventually the deed is done.
Then comes the easy part: Robin points a finger at the skeleton's sleeves, and out of the ends grow a copy of her own small hands. Such is Robin's Devil Fruit ability - the power to grow copies of her body parts wherever she wishes. Clearly she's putting it to good use.
From that point, there's only one thing left to do.
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Which is good, because this skeleton is not one of her favorite people. Their first interaction had been of him smugly insistent that she'd end up coming aboard the Moira, and it had soured her impression of him. An impression made even worse by the fact that he'd been right.
Which is why, right now, she's very carefully pulling the sleeves of his parka down to cover up his hands. It's a slow process, as she has to be careful not to move him enough to wake him, but eventually the deed is done.
Then comes the easy part: Robin points a finger at the skeleton's sleeves, and out of the ends grow a copy of her own small hands. Such is Robin's Devil Fruit ability - the power to grow copies of her body parts wherever she wishes. Clearly she's putting it to good use.
From that point, there's only one thing left to do.
"SANS, WAKE UP. YOU HAVE SKIN!"