[It's a treat just to listen to him, honestly. Half eaten fry momentarily forgotten, Sans leans back against the grass with a metaphorical sigh. His ribs expand and contract, simulating the slow motion of breathing.
It's relaxing, in a strange way, listening to a kid talk like this. All of it is, despite the looming shoe hanging over them, inching close and closer to falling.]
Your friends, right? You mentioned them before. What're they like?
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It's relaxing, in a strange way, listening to a kid talk like this. All of it is, despite the looming shoe hanging over them, inching close and closer to falling.]
Your friends, right? You mentioned them before. What're they like?