[ Loud footsteps. Yeah, Sans noticed, they sound angry, real warpath stomper right there, but he's trying to wrap this repair up so he can check back on the results of the network diagnosis. And he doesn't get as far as reattaching the new replacement coolant line, because all at once something's got him by both bony ankles and pulling.
Times when he's glad he wears layers, so it's his hoodie bunching up under his arms instead of bare bone scraping against stone instead of having the benefit of a layer of cotton t-shirt.
This one declares that the wearer MAKES SCIENCE JOKES - PERIODICALLY.
Sans shoves the goggles up off his head (they're still dripping with water that faintly glows - she can probably detect the presence of waste magic in the coolant, residual feedback from the process that converts all forms of energy into usable electricity), more surprised than anything. ]
Woah. Easy, we only got one of this-- [ He huffs at his own joke, nodding down at his ankles. ] -- and I only got two of those. [ A beat. ]
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Times when he's glad he wears layers, so it's his hoodie bunching up under his arms instead of bare bone scraping against stone instead of having the benefit of a layer of cotton t-shirt.
This one declares that the wearer MAKES SCIENCE JOKES - PERIODICALLY.
Sans shoves the goggles up off his head (they're still dripping with water that faintly glows - she can probably detect the presence of waste magic in the coolant, residual feedback from the process that converts all forms of energy into usable electricity), more surprised than anything. ]
Woah. Easy, we only got one of this-- [ He huffs at his own joke, nodding down at his ankles. ] -- and I only got two of those. [ A beat. ]
You saw it, huh?