[Sans surveyed the ice field, and the patches carefully left uniced where steaming plates of spaghetti stood. A few plates were forever ricocheting from one end of the room to the other, waiting to accost whoever dared move through the room with... a very interesting aroma.
It was great. And Sans was proud. But the nagging concern didn't leave him -- he remembered the sounds of negotiations falling through. Of ambush.]
That's really cool. [He says, more detached than he means to be, worry spilling over into his voice. Carefully, he turns towards his brother.] But I need t'talk to you, alright?
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It was great. And Sans was proud. But the nagging concern didn't leave him -- he remembered the sounds of negotiations falling through. Of ambush.]
That's really cool. [He says, more detached than he means to be, worry spilling over into his voice. Carefully, he turns towards his brother.] But I need t'talk to you, alright?