[Sans doesn't sleep well. It's almost to the point that he considers hopping off to the graveyard to grab more fallen stones and statues, like the comforting feeling could ward off all his thoughts. But, well, if all those rocks could do that he'd have noticed by now. Eventually, curled under the heated blanket and with his wings tucked around him (sort of like those bats on that show he watched with Papyrus a few days ago) he manages to catch a few hours of sleep before the sunlight inevitably wakes him up. He's not sure if he'll find Papyrus in the kitchen or not--dodging by saying he'll wait until breakfast and then not making breakfast is more Sans's thing--but it turns out Papyrus has, as usual, beaten him to the kitchen. Looks like pancakes, but with empty battery packages nearby, not the kind Sans can steal. Too bad. Cereal and coffee it is.]
Morning, bro. [Sans keeps his greeting casual. He doesn't need to ratchet up the tension before they've even eaten anything. Still, he's keeping an eye on Papyrus. Multiple eyes.]
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Morning, bro. [Sans keeps his greeting casual. He doesn't need to ratchet up the tension before they've even eaten anything. Still, he's keeping an eye on Papyrus. Multiple eyes.]