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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Comments

[skelepun]

yeah, sounds about right. i'll add a claws about it in the paper i'm writing.

[He kicked back further, taking a picture of a particularly boisterous kitten fresh from one of the pods. Without hesitation, he sent it along to river.]

here's my co-author. good researcher, but his methodology gives me paws.

[highlyintuitive]

[ She giggles, the sound too loud and entirely welcome. It takes only seconds to think of a proper response to his co-author. ]

I always found his writing to have a bit too much fluff to it. And his slapdash technique can get a bit hairy.

[ In return he gets a photo of a set of plastic dinosaurs lined up. ]

My colleagues are a bit dated in their research. They also have a bad habit of making biting comments.

[skelepun]

[To any passersby, a skeleton laughing alone with kittens is all they'd see. Well, that, and Sans trying to arrange a few of them in a pile for another picture.]

true. purrhaps we're making meowtains out of molehills, though.

[Forwarded: a picture of his small cat pile.]

those guys? psh. everyone knows they rely way too much on the the-saurus.