Yep. That was about the reaction he expected. He was hoping the bones would last a little longer, because it'd make his one glowing blue eye a hell of a lot creepier. Both hands hit the table, and he's about to move, when--
That.
The blue eye flickers to the intercom. A moment passes, and it fades, leaving his eyes empty. His expression doesn't change much otherwise (as usual), but in barely a second it still somehow loses all its subtle vitriol, despite the eerieness his hollow sockets usually evoke.
"..."
He'd laugh at Papyrus and Undyne's arguing if his brother hadn't nailed it right on the head. Sans didn't even need Alphys to elaborate, though she certainly didn't help. When his normal pupils return, his eyes just look... tired.
Sigh.
His arms slip off the table and dangle free at his sides. He looks to the camera. Another bone attack appears above it, and he slips off the letterman jacket he had been wearing. Old, cheap, something he and Papyrus found at a thrift store. It gets tossed to hang on the bone, covering up the camera.
"... Anyway."
His tone is obvious bullshit. Mettaton was right in front of him, he probably already saw the quiet emotions that just went through the skeleton's face. Sans certainly didn't miss his reaction to Papyrus' voice. He pulls himself up on the edge of the table facing away, not quite looking at the robot.
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That.
The blue eye flickers to the intercom. A moment passes, and it fades, leaving his eyes empty. His expression doesn't change much otherwise (as usual), but in barely a second it still somehow loses all its subtle vitriol, despite the eerieness his hollow sockets usually evoke.
"..."
He'd laugh at Papyrus and Undyne's arguing if his brother hadn't nailed it right on the head. Sans didn't even need Alphys to elaborate, though she certainly didn't help. When his normal pupils return, his eyes just look... tired.
Sigh.
His arms slip off the table and dangle free at his sides. He looks to the camera. Another bone attack appears above it, and he slips off the letterman jacket he had been wearing. Old, cheap, something he and Papyrus found at a thrift store. It gets tossed to hang on the bone, covering up the camera.
"... Anyway."
His tone is obvious bullshit. Mettaton was right in front of him, he probably already saw the quiet emotions that just went through the skeleton's face. Sans certainly didn't miss his reaction to Papyrus' voice. He pulls himself up on the edge of the table facing away, not quite looking at the robot.
"F'you still wanna, go ahead."