[ Alright, that was funny. Gladio bursts out laughing at the truly horrible puns but for some reason (which he's wearing over his skin) he's tickled pink. The light pat onto the stool prompts him to swing one leg over and settle into it. ]
What are you, some kind of comedian?
[ Whoops, the skeleton guy is completely right. Thankfully the vibrant dosing seems to have loosened up this militant guy into a more easy-going frame of mind, but also a touch neglectful in his social obligations. Gladio extends a hand - lowered, of course, because Sans is on the small side. His hand probably dwarfs Sans' too - mind the bone-crushing grip. ]
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What are you, some kind of comedian?
[ Whoops, the skeleton guy is completely right. Thankfully the vibrant dosing seems to have loosened up this militant guy into a more easy-going frame of mind, but also a touch neglectful in his social obligations. Gladio extends a hand - lowered, of course, because Sans is on the small side. His hand probably dwarfs Sans' too - mind the bone-crushing grip. ]
Gladiolus Amicitia.