Hm. [Sans drums his fingers against the sign, a gesture of thoughtfulness. Or maybe thoughtlessness. This was probably a bad idea, and yet he was hungier than he cared to admit for what's changed in his absence. As... exhausting as Chara could be sometimes, they held their fair share of answers.
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Hm. [Sans drums his fingers against the sign, a gesture of thoughtfulness. Or maybe thoughtlessness. This was probably a bad idea, and yet he was hungier than he cared to admit for what's changed in his absence. As... exhausting as Chara could be sometimes, they held their fair share of answers.
And besides, everything exhausted him.]
Sure. Won't kill us, right?