[ A few seconds into Cisco's surprised staring, and Sans's shoulders begin to shake with mirth.
'You're...' he says, and Sans wiggles phalanges at the screen, like the laziest jazz-hands, droning a low 'ta-dah' as Cisco continues his admission. ]
That never gets old.
[ He chuckles low; from the sound of his accent, the guy could be some two-pack-a-day blue collar worker from Brooklyn. But then, none of them look like him. ]
And you didn't even freak out. Thanks, pal. You really know how to flatter a monster.
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'You're...' he says, and Sans wiggles phalanges at the screen, like the laziest jazz-hands, droning a low 'ta-dah' as Cisco continues his admission. ]
That never gets old.
[ He chuckles low; from the sound of his accent, the guy could be some two-pack-a-day blue collar worker from Brooklyn. But then, none of them look like him. ]
And you didn't even freak out. Thanks, pal. You really know how to flatter a monster.