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❝You’re NEVER going to find it like this.❞ Sometimes he asks himself why he even puts up with Sans’ pun-loving butt, but then again, he could have worse friends. With a deep sigh, the elemental leans his elbows on the counter, leaning towards the skeleton and raising his eyebrows at him, quietly thinking.
He could THEORETICALLY carry him home, but does he really deserve it? Probably not. Will Grillby still do it? Probably. He really is way too kind. But … he can still guilt-trip him a little before that. ❝So, now what? You know that my daughter is waiting for me at home, Sans.❞
* oh c’mon, grilbzzz...don’t do that to me.
Sans sees what game you’re playing, Grillby; he may be drunk, but he’s not stupid.
Okay, maybe he is.
Dizzily he makes his way to the edge of the barstool and his descent is more like a graceless tumble. * that first step sure is a doozy, the skeleton chuckles.
one day i’ll use a format that i actually like
❥ ⦔ ⦗ How funny it was, how little he knew. It elicited another giggle, but wasn’t dragged out as if to seem forced. Essentially, the answer would have been no. It wasn’t as if Chara had any real influence on the fallen human in any other sense than verbally, being incorporeal and all the wonderful benefits that came with that state. The smile that had donned their expression grew another inch wider as they thought how to answer this. ⦘
❛ No, I am not. ❜
❥ ⦔ ⦗ Might as well stay simple. It didn’t seem like this person knew how to take a joke, by the looks of it. ⦘
❛ Why not tell me your name, now? It is only polite. ❜
What a disgusting smile.
Sans isn’t sure whether or not to believe this child, uncertain if they speak with any sincerity. If they did, their habit of grinning like that does them no favors. He wants so badly to trust their words, however--to have the comfort of knowing that this entity residing within Frisk is doing them no harm.
“ If Frisk knows my name, then you should know. ”
He sees the question as frivolous--a waste of breath--and being polite to the condescending expression is also an expenditure of more energy than Sans is willing to give.
OC written by Jordan
i made a demon eater oc!
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Tried myself on a Gaster walkcycle xx … I failed … hach ~ Walks are soo hard to do …
It’s so wobbly XDD
Ooh no this is really cool. @gqu have you seen this? It’s really neat and well-made :o
part two of THISSSS
this takes place during closing time (?)
*EDIT GRILLBY HAD 6 FINGERS BUT I FIXED IT HAHAA -sweats-
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“Oh mon dieu! I am so sorry sir I did not see you! Here, let me help you.” Dove had been focused on reading the map she’d purchased of the underground, and because of that she’d managed to collide with–he was a skeleton! She tried to contain her excitement as she helped the blue-clad skeleton to his feet. “Are you alright? I did not hurt you, did I?”
* it’s cool--i happen to like lying around, anyway, the skeleton assures from on his back on the ground before the young woman pulls him back up to standing. He dusts off the frost clinging to his jacket from the fall, * never seen you around before. you dropping by for a visit?