That's fine. He gets it. Sans knew he deserved it. He just hoped that, even if it's not immediate, that they can be friends again. Even if it's not exactly the same anymore.
... Which is another thing. Wanting to be friends again. That wasn't unusual, obviously. But man. The surface is weird for him. Even after a whole year, he sometimes didn't realize how good he had what he didn't already have before. He was so used to things not sticking around for the long term that it gets a little surreal sometimes.
He's working on it.
"Pfft. Yeah, sure."
It helps that he already feels a lot better now... which reminds him. He glances at the hidden camera, still covered by his jacket.
"Guess they're wondering what's going on," He murmurs, mostly to himself... then shrugs. Eh. For all he knew, Undyne and Papyrus were still arguing and distracted. He looks back to Mettaton. Both hands come down. He cracks a small, wry grin.
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... Which is another thing. Wanting to be friends again. That wasn't unusual, obviously. But man. The surface is weird for him. Even after a whole year, he sometimes didn't realize how good he had what he didn't already have before. He was so used to things not sticking around for the long term that it gets a little surreal sometimes.
He's working on it.
"Pfft. Yeah, sure."
It helps that he already feels a lot better now... which reminds him. He glances at the hidden camera, still covered by his jacket.
"Guess they're wondering what's going on," He murmurs, mostly to himself... then shrugs. Eh. For all he knew, Undyne and Papyrus were still arguing and distracted. He looks back to Mettaton. Both hands come down. He cracks a small, wry grin.
"So how DOES a sunset make you feel?"