Big umbrella. [Sans would sleep under a tree, if it was placed in his room. Sometimes he takes naps under trees outside, too, though never too deeply when anyone could just wander right up to him.
Sans's thoughts of living underground exaggerate the darkness and the way they were enclosed. It matters more to him now than it ever did when he was actually underground, now that he's transformed, and the idea of being stuck without sunlight is--well, Sans doesn't want to call it frightening, because that's embarrassing. (But it is. It's frightening for him to think about, and he can't actually lie about that when Papyrus is in his head.)]
Aren't there succulents that look like butts?
[Sans is referring to lithops, not that he has any idea what they're actually called.]
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Sans's thoughts of living underground exaggerate the darkness and the way they were enclosed. It matters more to him now than it ever did when he was actually underground, now that he's transformed, and the idea of being stuck without sunlight is--well, Sans doesn't want to call it frightening, because that's embarrassing. (But it is. It's frightening for him to think about, and he can't actually lie about that when Papyrus is in his head.)]
Aren't there succulents that look like butts?
[Sans is referring to lithops, not that he has any idea what they're actually called.]