[ A guy who so readily agrees to pay for his drink and then seems to sincerely enjoy his bad jokes can't be too bad, Sans decides. To his question, Sans only shrugs, avoiding a direct answer -- technically, he had an act at Mettaton's luxurious resort, but wasn't even included with the comedy acts, just as his own at the end. Assuredly, when most had retired for the night or were too deep into their cups to care.
That's ok, it still brought in the G needed to keep a roof over his brother's head.
The drinks arrive, and Sans eyes it off curiously for a moment; by the time he hears Gladio's name, he's started stirring the red concoction with the included straw. Needless to say, he's got the skeleton's full attention again. ]
Heh heh heh, oh man. Enough of these and I ain't gonna remember. Got something shorter?
no subject
That's ok, it still brought in the G needed to keep a roof over his brother's head.
The drinks arrive, and Sans eyes it off curiously for a moment; by the time he hears Gladio's name, he's started stirring the red concoction with the included straw. Needless to say, he's got the skeleton's full attention again. ]
Heh heh heh, oh man. Enough of these and I ain't gonna remember. Got something shorter?