smile like you mean it

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   He could THEORETICALLY carry him home, but does he really deserve it? Probably not. Will Grillby still do it? Probably. He really is way too kind. But … he can still guilt-trip him a little before that. ❝So, now what? You know that my daughter is waiting for me at home, Sans.❞ 

Dizzily he makes his way to the edge of the barstool and his descent is more like a graceless tumble.  * that first step sure is a doozy, the skeleton chuckles.

                ❛ Why not tell me your name,                    now? It is only polite.            ❜

He sees the question as frivolous--a waste of breath--and being polite to the condescending expression is also an expenditure of more energy than Sans is willing to give.

lol i forgot that i drew this

It’s so wobbly XDD

*EDIT GRILLBY HAD 6 FINGERS BUT I FIXED IT HAHAA -sweats-

“Oh mon dieu! I am so sorry sir I did not see you! Here, let me help you.” Dove had been focused on reading the map she’d purchased of the underground, and because of that she’d managed to collide with–he was a skeleton! She tried to contain her excitement as she helped the blue-clad skeleton to his feet. “Are you alright? I did not hurt you, did I?”

* it’s cool--i happen to like lying around, anyway, the skeleton assures from on his back on the ground before the young woman pulls him back up to standing.  He dusts off the frost clinging to his jacket from the fall, * never seen you around before.  you dropping by for a visit?