with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

[skelepun]

Who: Sans + lots of people + YOU
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.



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cw: body horror

[devilofohara]

As Sans lifts his arm up to scratch his skull, Robin has the hand scratch his skull as if he were really in control of it. When he doesn't react, Robin's face settles from a faux-shocked one to a more neutral expression.

"Never mind, it wasn't important."

A moment later, Sans will feel something scratching the other side of his head. This time, it isn't just a hand, but an entire arm reaching from the side of his shirt up to his skull. And then the same thing again, with the back of his head this time. This process continues, and it isn't long before there are a total of four arms reaching upward from Sans's torso, all scratching his head in tandem as if they all belong there and he's just got a bad case of the skeleton version of head lice.

That isn't the last of it, however. The moment Sans opens his mouth (presumably to make a terrible pun) he'll make the discovery that it's occupied with something. Another hand, to be precise. A hand which reaches outward, out of the skeleton's mouth; extending into a full arm before it, too, reaches upward and begins scratching Sans' skull as well.

With that, Robin puts her chin into her own (real) hand, and looks at Sans from across the counter, her expression completely deadpan at the sight before her. Hopefully Sans wasn't using that personal space for anything.

[skelepun]

The sudden sensation of multiple hands scratching is unsettling, to say the least, especially for a guy who only just woke up. Of course, any question as to what exactly she was doing this for is robbed from him when another hand forces his rictis open. It stings a little, and Sans can't help wincing as fresh horror winds up through his spine.

It's not the first time a human's tried to kill him, but it sure is the most inexplicable.

"The hell?" He asks, though it doesn't sound like much more than muffled protest around all the hands growing out of him. What did he do to this kid to make her hate him this much? "Ease off, kid!"

[devilofohara]

It'd definitely be an overstatement to say that Robin was actually trying to kill him. After all, he has no way of knowing just how fragile the skeleton before her really is. No, this is just a(n unnecessarily cruel, admittedly) prank, where her goal is only to make Sans really uncomfortable.

That's the sort of thing she finds amusing. Her powers tend to make people frightened and uncomfortable no matter what she does - so it's always much more satisfying when she makes it happen on purpose, rather than just being screamed at.

Of course, that doesn't really make any of this okay to do to someone. Still, as unkind as her intentions might have been, Robin doesn't actually take pleasure in the act of hurting anyone - and as soon as Sans expression makes it clear that that's what she's doing the arms all disappear instantaneously, leaving only the faint scent of flower petals where they had once been.

That isn't to say she looks all that apologetic, though, for any of the discomfort she's caused.

"Scared you," she says, her expression still mostly neutral save for a small, amused smile on her lips. She reaches backwards and uses her powers to hand herself the coffee pot from behind the counter. It isn't a peace offering or anything, really; more of an attempt to change the subject before he gets too upset about her little 'prank,' as if such things can be easily forgotten.

"Can I get you a refill?"

[skelepun]

As they disappear, Sans relaxes back to his usual slouch. Well, perhaps not entirely usual. Despite being asleep just a few moments ago, Sans somehow looks even more tired than before. Still, he's grinning.

"I gotta give you a hand for that one." He shrugs, rubbing at his eye. At least she didn't think to put any arms through there. Talk about invasion of personal space. Even so, the child's remorse is not lost on him. He didn't miss how quickly she dispersed the projections, even if she was still kind of a dick."What sort of magic is that, anyway? Can't quite put my finger on it."

[devilofohara]

"That's because putting fingers on things is my power." Robin says with a slight smile. His nearly empty coffee cup grows a series of fingers around it's base and crawls across the counter to her, where she fills it up once more. The fingers disappear as she does so - the fresh coffee making the surface of the cup too hot to keep fingers on it for long - and she slides it back to him the old fashioned way.

She might not enjoy wordplay as much as Sans does, but if he wants to do body-part puns she can keep up.

"I ate the Flower-Flower Devil Fruit, so I can make copies of my body parts bloom from anywhere I want." Anywhere. Sans has probably already figured out that much about her power, though. Then, as though she already anticipates his next pun:

"It comes in pretty handy."

[skelepun]

"Heh, that's the joke, kid." Sans leans harder against his palm, watching his mug scuttle around. Idly, he wonders if he'll ever get it back, then they pop away again as quickly as they came. Huh.

Seeing her fire back as good as she gets does make his smile a little less fixed, relaxing around the eyes. Humans are humans, and Sans can forgive some rough edges when it comes to them. Their souls were a mess, after all.

"Any body parts, or just your arms?"

[devilofohara]

"Any body part, of course," she says. Her smile isn't nearly as wide or as toothy as Sans' is, but it's there. As she speaks, a foot (followed shortly after by a shin, but stopping just short of the knee), sprouts out of the counter top in the same manner that the arms had bloomed on his body. "I already told you, the Devil Fruit I ate was the Flower-Flower fruit."

With that sentence, Robin closes her eyes for a moment. As she does so, a half-dozen eyes - identical to Robin's own - open all over the surface of the leg. They look around the room, adjusting and dilating at this new perspective, before the girl opens her original eyes once more.

"What kind of flower girl would I be, if I couldn't grow irises?"

[skelepun]

That actually does make Sans laugh, clearly impressed rather than horrified. Though if it's the magic earning his respect or the wordplay, he doesn't show any sign either way.

"You really like wavin' those things around, huh?" Sans can't help but think back to when Papyrus was younger, and you couldn't walk two feet without tripping over a conjured bone. "They come in much handy for anything other than pranks?"

[devilofohara]

Robin's smile fades slightly when Sans asks that - more out of confusion than any sort of unhappiness. She doesn't really understand the question.

"Well, yeah. They're my body parts. Why wouldn't I use them when I wanted to?" She understands that a lot of people think they're creepy, of course, but they're as much an extension of her body as anything that's permanently attached. She decided a long time ago that she wouldn't avoid using them just because some people didn't like them. It wouldn't make sense for Sans to avoid using his arms just because people didn't like seeing his creepy skeletal fingers, would it?

"I can use them for anything. Sometimes it's just fun to scare people with them, though."