yeah, of course. but how long do you think you've got?
[The text will come through to Mettaton not a few moments after the initial one is sent, for all Sans is seemingly back to preoccupying the kid. He grins, telling another joke that's only a little more distracted than before.
His skull was rattling with more than just wordplay now. People were wandering through the mall in a significantly less urgent daze, word of the lockdown being lifted filtering through in whispers. Sans kept his eye sockets peeled, scanning the crowd for anyone with dark hair that might resemble the lost little girl.
For her part, the girl was distracted too. She kept her eyes on Mettaton no matter how many times Sans attempted to refocus her on him. The worry was clear. Impossible to miss, even as Sans had his attentions divided three ways.]
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yeah, of course. but how long do you think you've got?
[The text will come through to Mettaton not a few moments after the initial one is sent, for all Sans is seemingly back to preoccupying the kid. He grins, telling another joke that's only a little more distracted than before.
His skull was rattling with more than just wordplay now. People were wandering through the mall in a significantly less urgent daze, word of the lockdown being lifted filtering through in whispers. Sans kept his eye sockets peeled, scanning the crowd for anyone with dark hair that might resemble the lost little girl.
For her part, the girl was distracted too. She kept her eyes on Mettaton no matter how many times Sans attempted to refocus her on him. The worry was clear. Impossible to miss, even as Sans had his attentions divided three ways.]
bonehead to robody, checking in. still with me?