[Stepping free from his brother's room, Sans stretches. Papyrus wasn't there, of course, but far be it from Sans to make a trip this far without catching a few Z's for his trouble. That rest out of the way, Sans looks practically spirited by his standards.
Which, in this case, means that the dark circles under his eye sockets are just a hair less pronounced.
Opting for the scenic route for once, Sans lopes down the Mero deck halls. A few crew members leave their doors open from time to time, and the sight inside is always informative. It's incredible how clean people can be. Some might view it as a habit to aspire to, but the sight of it just makes Sans pine for another nap.
There's a risk that comes with peeping into other people's rooms, though. Namely, getting noticed. And when Sans crosses room twenty-one, he makes the critical mistake of locking eyes with the woman inside.
Eye contact. Now there's a killer. You'd think not having any eyes would make the whole process a lot harder to fall into accidentally, but here he was. Sans raises a hand, either in greeting or apology or both.]
Mero Deck!
Which, in this case, means that the dark circles under his eye sockets are just a hair less pronounced.
Opting for the scenic route for once, Sans lopes down the Mero deck halls. A few crew members leave their doors open from time to time, and the sight inside is always informative. It's incredible how clean people can be. Some might view it as a habit to aspire to, but the sight of it just makes Sans pine for another nap.
There's a risk that comes with peeping into other people's rooms, though. Namely, getting noticed. And when Sans crosses room twenty-one, he makes the critical mistake of locking eyes with the woman inside.
Eye contact. Now there's a killer. You'd think not having any eyes would make the whole process a lot harder to fall into accidentally, but here he was. Sans raises a hand, either in greeting or apology or both.]
Uh... hey there.