He'd thought that might be enough to end it, but apparently not. He should have known. Mettaton is a lot like Papyrus--can't seem to abide silence. Always has to fill the quiet.
Sans really just wants to curl up and take a nap, preferably right here on the floor. Knowing 4, the cat will probably be tucked into his pocket by the time he wakes up, all forgiven.
"well, that too."
That was mostly during his long breaks, though. Telling puns to the patrons at Grillby's, practicing knock-knock jokes on the Ruins door, that sorta thing.
He laces his fingerbones together as Mettaton just keeps asking questions.
"you know, i'm kinda worn out. been teleporting people and animals all over. think i might just take a nap till 4 decides to deign us with his presence."
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Sans really just wants to curl up and take a nap, preferably right here on the floor. Knowing 4, the cat will probably be tucked into his pocket by the time he wakes up, all forgiven.
"well, that too."
That was mostly during his long breaks, though. Telling puns to the patrons at Grillby's, practicing knock-knock jokes on the Ruins door, that sorta thing.
He laces his fingerbones together as Mettaton just keeps asking questions.
"you know, i'm kinda worn out. been teleporting people and animals all over. think i might just take a nap till 4 decides to deign us with his presence."