Obviously not. Sans rolls his eyes but complies anyway. Mettaton's arms go back on easily (as if it's hard to figure out), and the skeleton's own hands return to his pockets.
"There."
No accounting for his legs. That's on Alphys.
... Speaking of. Sans quiets a little. His turn to be serious now.
"So... you wanna tell them yet?"
He nods at the still-covered camera. Sans' SOUL was still green, so he wasn't going anywhere until Undyne let him go. Might as well let Mettaton make the choice.
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Obviously not. Sans rolls his eyes but complies anyway. Mettaton's arms go back on easily (as if it's hard to figure out), and the skeleton's own hands return to his pockets.
"There."
No accounting for his legs. That's on Alphys.
... Speaking of. Sans quiets a little. His turn to be serious now.
"So... you wanna tell them yet?"
He nods at the still-covered camera. Sans' SOUL was still green, so he wasn't going anywhere until Undyne let him go. Might as well let Mettaton make the choice.