[It's fascinating. Really. Body sinking lower in the small heap of pillows he'd lazily assembled, Sans lets the words wash over him. He's listening! He is. Sort of. Words between other thoughts, all of them rapidly giving way to his favorite thing in the world.
The snores come before Mettaton can really get to the point (heh!) of his trident thesis.]
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The snores come before Mettaton can really get to the point (heh!) of his trident thesis.]