[And lookie here, it's the mind-guy. Almost at once, Sans lets his veins of thought run quieter, calmer. He ain't rightly sure as to the extent of Ushahin's powers, due in no small part to the fact that his real self never bothered to take notes, but it never hurts to play it safe.
And then, should opportunity arise - strike accordingly.
He grins at him, irreverent, as he pivots on a heel, swinging around to face him.]
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And then, should opportunity arise - strike accordingly.
He grins at him, irreverent, as he pivots on a heel, swinging around to face him.]
I wasn't, really. But it's nice of ya to say so.