There's something about the tone of his protest that hearkens back to little brother's everywhere, and Sans can't help being charmed. He's a connoisseur of little brothers after all, considering Papyrus' status as the best one ever, and there's genuine glee over his face as he snorts.
"Nah, kid, nah." He waves him off, still half laughing. "Technically, we're monsters."
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"Nah, kid, nah." He waves him off, still half laughing. "Technically, we're monsters."