One might question what could blossom in a field sown with suspicion and paranoia, but then, the only people who can relate with those who have been through some shit are those who have gone through it themselves. But Sans? Ha ha, he's just a guy who likes bad jokes and even more terrible puns.

Sasuke is... man, all Sans can think is maybe a soldier of some kind. His choice of words is another point in his favor -- he doesn't go dismissing him, a monster, as something other than another person.

That's more than he expects from the average human, honestly.

"I'll keep that in mind," chuckles the skeleton, brushing that off with another wave of his bony hand, not offended. Not particularly inclined to reassess his level of engagement in society, either. Maybe once he might've, but eh, seems like a hassle these days. "But, hey, don't lemme overstay my welcome."

He's prickly, but that's fine. He knows when not to push his luck. Sans slides away from the railing with a wiggle of phalanges, "I'll see ya around, pal."