@ladydreemurr // X
* “Ohh,” croons Toriel forlornly. She slouches against the table, splashing her glass with not a flinch in sight, save a tiny, tittering, “Oops!” You know Toriel is drunk when she doesn’t clean a spill.
* And immediately starts giggling afterward. She leans heavily on his shoulder, lest she slip away further. “Oh, no, Sans! Lolligoggling is illegal in….” Toriel’s eyes glaze further as she searches her foggy memory. “Three provinces!”
* “How about… you are a snickerdoodle!”
“oh, is it?” Sans snerks. He doesn’t even noticed the spilled wine. He merely notices that Toriel’s glass is not nearly filled enough and reaches for the bottle the remedy that.
It is, unfortunately, empty.
“guess that makes me a first class pirate,” Sans announces. He spends a moment looking at the wine bottle in confusion, before shrugging and pouring Tori half from his own glass.
“i’ma...i lolligag ev’rywhere. i’m a first rate lolligagger,”
* “How about… you are a snickerdoodle!”
Sans is in the midst of another sip when the word catches him off guard and he nearly spit takes. He curls into himself and loses it.
Toriel is the winner. Sans can’t handle it. Snikerdoodle has him in tears.
