(Eddie was like just about every other kid out there. They had those two selves. The self for the adult perspective and the self for everyone else. Sans casualness and attitude certainly helped edge Eddie out from under his paranoid state that he often felt when he was dealing with adults. Adults had that magical cruelty of always making it feel like he had done something wrong even when he had never done a bad thing in his entire life (arguably).

He's rocking back and forth on his bike with simple childish elation for the sheer fact that he's never won a single race in his entire life. Eddie puts his head down on the handle bars and allows himself this private moment to smile.

Not such a loser after all, am I?

Maybe not, maybe not.

Eddie doesn't think that maybe Sans was giving him an easy out. It didn't matter for someone like Eddie, Eddie who was just young enough that this kind of validation mattered so much to him.

Eddie picks his head up and whips it around at the sound of that familiar voice. At first his eyes widen because okay, yeah, skeleton is still pretty creepy, but he relaxes pretty quickly after once he does confirm that yes, it's Sans.

All at once he's grinning from ear to ear.)

Clocked enough to beat you. Although I think I might have an unfair advantage with having muscles and all.

(Look at that. He was even joking a little. His eyes fall to the fries and he rotates his bike to face Sans, leaning over it to grab the box.)

Thanks! Maybe next time I'll have something to offer you as a prize. (He suggests, sitting back on his seat and looking at the fries. Sure, they were cold and stale which was kind of gross but as a principal, Eddie didn't get to eat junk like this a lot and he was going to relish in it. And relish he does.)