The laughter that peels its way out of his lack of an esophagus is jagged and ugly, a mockery of itself even as it rings across the space between them.]
C'mon, kid. And here I thought I was supposed to be the lazy one.
How 'bout we call it...conflict of interest? Yeah. That's just about right.
[He closes one socket down in a cheeky wink.]
But I'm losin' my point here. And there is a point, I promise ya that.
First, though, I want ya to take a little look at who it is you're talkin' to.
[Go on, kiddo. Give him an appraising look-see. Sneak a peek, why don't you? Perform that * Check you're oh so very proud of, and see how high his LOVE has climbed. Have a good, solid think about how many humans he's killed to make something like that happen. Go on, really. He'll wait.
Unlike that sorry excuse for a skeleton who parades around like the moralizing, self-righteous prick he is? Heh, this Sans has a reason for the wasteland that is his SOUL. He's got a reason to persist the way he does, and he's got a reason, a real, genuine reason - to take one good look at a demon and figure that they're not worth scraping off the bottom of his shoe.
But it's better like that, ain't it?
Unless, of course, you fail to hold that LOVE to yourself, and something slips through the cracks here and again.
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The laughter that peels its way out of his lack of an esophagus is jagged and ugly, a mockery of itself even as it rings across the space between them.]
C'mon, kid. And here I thought I was supposed to be the lazy one.
How 'bout we call it...conflict of interest? Yeah. That's just about right.
[He closes one socket down in a cheeky wink.]
But I'm losin' my point here. And there is a point, I promise ya that.
First, though, I want ya to take a little look at who it is you're talkin' to.
[Go on, kiddo. Give him an appraising look-see. Sneak a peek, why don't you? Perform that * Check you're oh so very proud of, and see how high his LOVE has climbed. Have a good, solid think about how many humans he's killed to make something like that happen. Go on, really. He'll wait.
Unlike that sorry excuse for a skeleton who parades around like the moralizing, self-righteous prick he is? Heh, this Sans has a reason for the wasteland that is his SOUL. He's got a reason to persist the way he does, and he's got a reason, a real, genuine reason - to take one good look at a demon and figure that they're not worth scraping off the bottom of his shoe.
But it's better like that, ain't it?
Unless, of course, you fail to hold that LOVE to yourself, and something slips through the cracks here and again.
How 'bout that, Chara?]