[Sans' wince is almost immediate, grin turning to grimace with practiced ease.]
Ouch. [But as quickly as it comes, Sans waves it off again, laughing.] Nah, nah, he's alright. Terrible aim, though. And I don't think he cares for skeletons much.
Protip though, I'm pretty sure he prefers Peter to Pietro.
Oh, a big one. Very long. Full of drama, intrigue. Romance, probably.
[Sans takes another long drink, enjoying the feeling of being a little sauced. It's probably about time to slow down, but, well. Temperance is for babies.]
But nah. M'just fuckin' with you. Not about that dude not liking me, that's true, but y'know. The rest.
Real truth? This thing you'll be doing most on this ship is being bored. It's huge, but after a few months, it kinda starts to feel like a tin can.
[Yeah, he's not entirely surprised to hear that. But it's less because Sans seems like a person who likes to fuck with people and more because he's just not surprised by anything after today.]
Yeah, well, I'm sure I'll find a way to entertain myself. You've just got to be creative.
Maybe if you're paranoid. [He gives Sans a look, like he'd give any non-skeleton who says something weird a look. They're making progress.] I've just had to deal with long stretches of boredom before.
[At least this time he doesn't have to share a bucket.]
[Sans grins down into his drink. He knows a brick wall when he sees it. With a quick clap to the shoulder, Sans slides off the chair with a wobbly bounce in his step.]
Well, Nate. It's been a gas. [He gives him one more slap on the back before stepping behind him.] I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Take care, newbie.
[Of course, if Nate were to turn around, he'd find seeing isn't on the agenda.
Sans is nowhere to be found, as if he was never there at all.]
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[Sans' grin seems to widen by half.]
I've got the lowdown on just about errybody, if you want to know what you'll be dealing with.
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[That grin could be nervous-making, but it could also just be a skeleton thing.]
Anything I should know about?
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Ouch. [But as quickly as it comes, Sans waves it off again, laughing.] Nah, nah, he's alright. Terrible aim, though. And I don't think he cares for skeletons much.
Protip though, I'm pretty sure he prefers Peter to Pietro.
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[He raises an eyebrow, more interested in what Sans didn't say.]
Sounds like there's a story there.
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[Sans takes another long drink, enjoying the feeling of being a little sauced. It's probably about time to slow down, but, well. Temperance is for babies.]
But nah. M'just fuckin' with you. Not about that dude not liking me, that's true, but y'know. The rest.
Real truth? This thing you'll be doing most on this ship is being bored. It's huge, but after a few months, it kinda starts to feel like a tin can.
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Yeah, well, I'm sure I'll find a way to entertain myself. You've just got to be creative.
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[At least this time he doesn't have to share a bucket.]
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I'd ask for the story, but I get the feeling they'd be pretty boring.
[He says, before waiting expectantly for an answer to a question he Totally Didn't Ask.]
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[He hears the unasked question perfectly well. But "because I was in prison" isn't an answer he's going to give right off the bat.]
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[Sans grins down into his drink. He knows a brick wall when he sees it. With a quick clap to the shoulder, Sans slides off the chair with a wobbly bounce in his step.]
Well, Nate. It's been a gas. [He gives him one more slap on the back before stepping behind him.] I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Take care, newbie.
[Of course, if Nate were to turn around, he'd find seeing isn't on the agenda.
Sans is nowhere to be found, as if he was never there at all.]
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Nate turns around in his seat and orders another drink. He clearly hasn't had enough.]