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The child merely nodded their head in response, wanting to show him something that was overall, their pride and work as one and something they were really proud of for their work. It wasn’t everyday it snowed on the surface, and Frisk took every opportunity to play in it a lot when it was around.
The child walked away, hands hiding in the sleeves of their sweater another, people always said Frisk walked weird, but that was just Frisk being Frisk. He stopped at a corner, looking back to the skeleton and waving back, ushering them closer.
“You want to show me something?” Sans was actually pretty good at charades- well, when he wanted to be, anyways- though perhaps he was so good at telling what the human wanted because he knew them well enough to make accurate assumptions.
“Too bad, you kinda came at a bad time; I was actually about to take my pre-nap nap.” He winked, clearly joking- well, for the most part- and wandered after them at a casual pace.
