['Course they nailed it. Carlisle's the one with the social instincts of an Aaron on stilts, and he can already picture Frisk takin' the dismissal to heart, shrinking on back and slipping outta the room before anyone can say anything different.
So Sans holds up a hand, bracingly.]
Nah, I figure they could stick around. Learn somethin', y'know?
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So Sans holds up a hand, bracingly.]
Nah, I figure they could stick around. Learn somethin', y'know?
[Hope you don't mind, buddo.]