* accusing you of being too *hot* to handle... (trustyoursanses)
Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either Guilty or Not Guilty
Be-Be rolls his eyes and sighs, his voice dripping with annoyance,
*Guilty.
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* accusing you of being too *hot* to handle... (trustyoursanses)
Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either Guilty or Not Guilty
Be-Be rolls his eyes and sighs, his voice dripping with annoyance,
*Guilty.
@trustyoursanses
Techmo awoke to a bloodstained airbag in his face and an unpleasant iron taste in his mouth. Smelling smoke and registering in his brain where he was, he forced the door to his car open and fell out into a thick blanket of snow.
Resisting the urge to just lay there and fall unconscious, he dragged himself away from the wreck and clutched onto a nearby tree to support himself. It was unusually dark out, and there was snow everywhere, a big contrast from the brightly-lit forest road he had been driving down. He had to wonder how long he had been out cold.
What exactly happened, anyway? Had he swerved off the road and hit a tree before he could blink or something?
trustyoursanses replied to your post: �� he's gonna pick him up for no reason. just to...
well, he’s not gonna fling him around, but he is gonna pat his head and just let him sit on his shoulder. * whaddup?
*I’M GETTING A LIL BETTER AT TELEPORTING!
He flailed his arms a bout, his eye lights flicking between a light blue from the excitement, to an apple green from how generally happy he is. Got to the point where there’s just a gradient between the two.
*HOW ABOUT YOU? HOW ARE YOU DOING? ANYTHING NEW?
@trustyoursanses started following!
“Yo! Finally meetin’ the original lazy bones. Wassup broseph? The sky i’m sure.”
Get ready for an annoying eccentric 90’s skeleton.
trustyoursanses replied to your post: * hey there, been a while.
* uh… pretty good, i think? not a lot goes on lately. * it’s kinda nice.
* That’s good.
*Peace and quiet can be relaxing.
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“Hmm..” Oshare tilts his head a bit as he tilts sans’ head up slightly by cupping his hand on his cheek. Geez, he didn’t think he’d find him so knocked out during this time. Did he not get well enough sleep or something? Still, he pondered on how to wake the other up. He could go all kissy or something on the guy, he pretty much knew him well enough by now. But! He won’t do that to the poor guy.
Instead, he just lets one of his bats pop up from his hat. Margret fluttered over to the sleepy monster and starts to cry about. Flapping her wings and wriggling into sans’ sweater to tickle him.
✨ @trustyoursanses liked for a starter! ✨ The god looked up at the skeleton, cocking his head to the side. Did the universe ever run out of Sanses? Rusa determined that no, there were an infinite number of Sanses and they all somehow managed to find him. Maybe he should start keeping a Sans record book... "Well hey there *Bud*"
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“You enjoying the view over there?”