[No kidding. Lucky for her, Sans has a certain fondness for those with a thrill for showmanship and heroism. He looks downright fond as he tosses the bag jerky in the air, letting it twirl a few moments.
At first, it seems like it'll simply drop back down at his feet. Even the infected seem confused. That is, until Sans -- languidly as always -- chokes up on an imaginary bat and follows through on a fake swing. Despite the complete lack of contact with anything real, the poor, innocent jerky goes flying back towards the store with impressive speed.
The infected aren't far behind, reacting like dogs in the middle of a heated game of fetch. They come in one mass, slobbering for food. Where ever Peridot is when the chaos is triggered, she'll find Sans' voice right beside her in the same moment.]
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At first, it seems like it'll simply drop back down at his feet. Even the infected seem confused. That is, until Sans -- languidly as always -- chokes up on an imaginary bat and follows through on a fake swing. Despite the complete lack of contact with anything real, the poor, innocent jerky goes flying back towards the store with impressive speed.
The infected aren't far behind, reacting like dogs in the middle of a heated game of fetch. They come in one mass, slobbering for food. Where ever Peridot is when the chaos is triggered, she'll find Sans' voice right beside her in the same moment.]
You're up, leader.