Mind, they aren't going to move, at the moment. Perhaps they'll just- wait. For Sans to collect whatever it is he needs, to amble away; out of sight and out of mind. No reason to bother him with this; they'll- they'll figure it out, eventually.]
Um, thanks. [Tacked hastily on the end, before he presumes they're being rude.]
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Mind, they aren't going to move, at the moment. Perhaps they'll just- wait. For Sans to collect whatever it is he needs, to amble away; out of sight and out of mind. No reason to bother him with this; they'll- they'll figure it out, eventually.]
Um, thanks. [Tacked hastily on the end, before he presumes they're being rude.]