[ Sans's attention had strayed towards the sky, still a heart-stopping marvel if he had a heart to speak of, and happens to turn his sedate gaze to note her expression because he'd caught the movement of her head out of the corner of one eye socket. He doesn't visibly startle, but he does have to wonder, for a moment, at the thing that manages to penetrate the general malaise of apathy that defines his day-to-day.
A prickle of empathy. That's the sort of smile that could inspire someone to hope it returns again, and often. Like stumbling on a flower struggling to bloom in the dark.
Crap. ]
Heh heh, that expression on your face, I almost didn't recognize ya. [ The skeleton shrugs, leaning to one side to note something behind her. Nearby, another festival-goer refills a bottle from a water fountain and strolls back to join two friends, chatting enthusiastically about a stall they intend to visit selling ice cream.
Sans turns his eye lights back to 2B. ]
Hey. Since we're here, howzabout you get that ketchup off your Heinz?
lmao protect this smile? protect this smile.
A prickle of empathy. That's the sort of smile that could inspire someone to hope it returns again, and often. Like stumbling on a flower struggling to bloom in the dark.
Crap. ]
Heh heh, that expression on your face, I almost didn't recognize ya. [ The skeleton shrugs, leaning to one side to note something behind her. Nearby, another festival-goer refills a bottle from a water fountain and strolls back to join two friends, chatting enthusiastically about a stall they intend to visit selling ice cream.
Sans turns his eye lights back to 2B. ]
Hey. Since we're here, howzabout you get that ketchup off your Heinz?