[Unfortunately for Sans, Frisk is all frowns. Frisk could see how tired Sans was. How he almost tripped walking to the booth. How it looked like he would fall asleep at any moment. Frisk had had half a mind to run out minutes after receiving the texts last night, regardless of what Sans had wanted, but they didn't. Frisk wished they had though.
They don't respond to the wave, and, still frowning, followed Sans to the booth, taking a seat once Sans did, and looking pointedly at the hoodie wearing skeleton. Sans better start talking quick, because the quicker he talks, the quicker he can get to bed.]
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They don't respond to the wave, and, still frowning, followed Sans to the booth, taking a seat once Sans did, and looking pointedly at the hoodie wearing skeleton. Sans better start talking quick, because the quicker he talks, the quicker he can get to bed.]