Sans sinks back into his seat, not disappointed, not exactly -- not that so much as... uh, stunned, maybe? Just a smidge. It's like she'd started to react, and then... nothin'. Just shut that down instead of seeing where it went.
The question here isn't how someone who clearly can't be biological can feel anything -- the question Sans has is why she wouldn't let herself in the first place.
See, where he's from? A robot's just a body a ghost decided to inhabit and make his, her, its, their own. ]
Heh heh heh. You're adventurous, I'll give ya that. Tryin' something new doesn't phase you at all, does it?
[ That's when the skeleton puts out a hand, even though hers might just be a bit smeared with ketchup. Considering his own shirt has some faded condiment stains, he doesn't look like he'll mind. ]
this is the pun police, JEST state your emergency ;D
That's it, huh?
Sans sinks back into his seat, not disappointed, not exactly -- not that so much as... uh, stunned, maybe? Just a smidge. It's like she'd started to react, and then... nothin'. Just shut that down instead of seeing where it went.
The question here isn't how someone who clearly can't be biological can feel anything -- the question Sans has is why she wouldn't let herself in the first place.
See, where he's from? A robot's just a body a ghost decided to inhabit and make his, her, its, their own. ]
Heh heh heh. You're adventurous, I'll give ya that. Tryin' something new doesn't phase you at all, does it?
[ That's when the skeleton puts out a hand, even though hers might just be a bit smeared with ketchup. Considering his own shirt has some faded condiment stains, he doesn't look like he'll mind. ]
I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton.