[While Sans was never the biggest MTT fan, his brother was at least top five, and it made the live version playing out in front of him a weirdly nostalgic affair. Enough to smooth out the exhaustion of a long night. It was a herculean effort to stay awake at all, and one Sans didn't quite follow through on.
Still. Any bits he missed probably weren't that important. He remembers to applaud in the right places, anyway. Even the end, as she runs away, and Sans feels himself coming to grips with a conversation he'd rather skip.]
If you feel like you gotta. [That exhaustion is suddenly more visible on his face, informed both by the long night and his mild frustration over the fued. If that's even what this was about, anymore. The gaps in what the old him might know and what he knew now were still too uncertain to guess at.] Far be it from me to stand in the way of a dumb argument.
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Still. Any bits he missed probably weren't that important. He remembers to applaud in the right places, anyway. Even the end, as she runs away, and Sans feels himself coming to grips with a conversation he'd rather skip.]
If you feel like you gotta. [That exhaustion is suddenly more visible on his face, informed both by the long night and his mild frustration over the fued. If that's even what this was about, anymore. The gaps in what the old him might know and what he knew now were still too uncertain to guess at.] Far be it from me to stand in the way of a dumb argument.