They giggle, lips pulling into a smile as their hand was taken, but they tug their hand back to allow the hand to come popping off.
“Take them all, I don’t need them.”
“Lord knows you could use something more than your own hand for once.”
It’s obvious they hang around Chara too often, the other’s crude humor rubbing off on them.
“Where’s Papyrus? Getting those usual cooking lessons?”
Chara, on the other hand, was probably wrecking havoc on a small village, knowing them. Or, maybe they were being decent for once, and not trying to destroy things.
Smile faltered slightly and eye sockets widened as the adjacent’s hand was unwillingly put into his possession.
❝Pfft--❞ Grin easily returned once surprise faded. ❝This old thing? Pretty sure you got a little too much mileage out of it yourself. Look, it’s worn down to the bone.❞ Sans adjusted Frisk’s hand into a finger gun with a wink before lightly tossing it back.
Audience booing.
❝Who knows. Papyrus hasn’t been open about what he’s up to lately. He's probably planning something cool.❞ Sans simply hopes that he’s staying away from Chara, whatever he’s doing. They’re not to be trusted, despite how others feel about them...
