Sorrow and life

Well, Sans was glad his little 'nah' didn't totally knock the guy out, he was worried for a second. This skull held the ever present smile, although the corners seemed drawn upwards. "glad ta hear it. thanks." he accepted the napkin and proceeded to use it...perhaps a little half-heartedly. He rubbed it the front of his chin and jacket, but it still mostly stained. He placed the half-used napkin directly in his coat pocket. Sans truly was an odd fellow, but he did like the earnestness this guy had.

" Oh, you got a little something there," Nickie started, watching the napkin fail to clean up the remnants of the frozen treat, but quickly realized that it was staining. Maybe with water, soap, and a good scrub it would come off, but the napkin itself wasn't going to cut it. He made a mental note to try to scrounge up some wet wipes in the future for his stand. " Ah, never mind! Sorry, I didn't realize my food dye was so...stain-y. I'll tweak that in the recipe when I figure out the texture thing."

The skeleton gave a thumbs up as he read, the dotted lights in his sockets visibly scanning the wrapper.

Still, eventually, the Nice Cream began to shrink, if only just because of how it was painting the skeleton's teeth red. Some of it had drippled down onto his neckbones, too, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he didn't seem to mind the staring, either. (Personally, he thought it was hilarious. Strange, yes, but harmless, and mostly hilarious). He thought for a moment, closing his eyelids (somehow), before opening them, his slippers crunching the snow slightly as he readjusted his position to stare at the tall blue-furred rabbit monster.

There was a brief second where his face threatened to fall at the simple 'nah'. A pregnant pause where his ears drooped, and his large, nearly black eyes looked so disappointed (with himself, mostly). But once the skeleton added more, Nickie perked right back up, a smile gracing his features. He glanced about his cart for one moment before producing a napkin and offering it to him. Nickie can't imagine he would want the remnants of sticky ice cream on his face. Not to mention, it's red hue did look a little ominous. He made a mental note to play with the color on his next batch.

Well, Sans was glad his little 'nah' didn't totally knock the guy out, he was worried for a second. This skull held the ever present smile, although the corners seemed drawn upwards. "glad ta hear it. thanks." he accepted the napkin and proceeded to use it...perhaps a little half-heartedly. He rubbed it the front of his chin and jacket, but it still mostly stained. He placed the half-used napkin directly in his coat pocket. Sans truly was an odd fellow, but he did like the earnestness this guy had.

Dear Mike,

Hey tv guy, did you know that an evil possessed doll thing stole your theme song? (Tripwire Outcome Memories)