[...they were expecting it to be harder. They were expecting a dodge. That he didn't must mean he must have let them place it, which rankles. They feel strangely, inexplicably cheated. They were expecting a reaction.
Once again, Sans's inability to be fazed by anything leads to Chara's frustration, but they pack it down. Maybe there'd be more of one when he tries to take it off, although they aren't exactly holding their breath now.
They step back to sit on a bar-stool and do their best not to let any of this reach their face, arms folded. Success is debatable.]
Lucky you.
[It's an offside mutter to Muscovy. The flower wanted to be their friend far too much.
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Once again, Sans's inability to be fazed by anything leads to Chara's frustration, but they pack it down. Maybe there'd be more of one when he tries to take it off, although they aren't exactly holding their breath now.
They step back to sit on a bar-stool and do their best not to let any of this reach their face, arms folded. Success is debatable.]
Lucky you.
[It's an offside mutter to Muscovy. The flower wanted to be their friend far too much.
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