► A HALF HOUR LATE Sans shows up, a half hour late and already sort of drunk. He's wearing a brand new shirt. He's got his hood up today, and his tail out - it swooshes around behind him in a sort of uncoordinated manner, his huge and roughly digitigrade feet bare due to being unable to fit into most kind of shoes.
He immediately drops into the one of the beanbag chair things on the ground like he's already asleep, his arms and legs sort of spread out and a flask in his boney claws. He doesn't seem to care much about what newbies are and aren't here, and he doesn't really care about which newbies belong to his team now, either - he already knows what trailers they got and their names. He'll have plenty of time to socialize with them later.
If he can get away with it, he'll happily sleep through this whole event. With maybe a song or two in between, if the fates align.
If he had his way, he wouldn't even have to know half of these people's names.
► WITH DOGS After Sans has been lounging for a while, casually teleporting food off of the tables and into his hands without having to stand up, three huge skeleton dogs will suddenly come barreling into the room and towards his position, more or less rolling straight over the tiny skeleton in their excitement. He gets knocked onto his back, but all he does is just press his hands to the bone of their skulls and push them back a little, snickering.
"Yeah, yeah, take it easy. Fetch."
He grabs an entire plate of small sandwiches in a gravity field and hurls it back towards the entrance. The tray clangs loudly and sandwiches fly everywhere. The dogs go after them like scooby snacks. Chairs get knocked over. Realistically, those guys will eat anything. Don't let them eat you.
SANS | SUPERVISOR: THE WARDEN | OTA
Sans shows up, a half hour late and already sort of drunk. He's wearing a brand new shirt. He's got his hood up today, and his tail out - it swooshes around behind him in a sort of uncoordinated manner, his huge and roughly digitigrade feet bare due to being unable to fit into most kind of shoes.
He immediately drops into the one of the beanbag chair things on the ground like he's already asleep, his arms and legs sort of spread out and a flask in his boney claws. He doesn't seem to care much about what newbies are and aren't here, and he doesn't really care about which newbies belong to his team now, either - he already knows what trailers they got and their names. He'll have plenty of time to socialize with them later.
If he can get away with it, he'll happily sleep through this whole event. With maybe a song or two in between, if the fates align.
If he had his way, he wouldn't even have to know half of these people's names.
► WITH DOGS
After Sans has been lounging for a while, casually teleporting food off of the tables and into his hands without having to stand up, three huge skeleton dogs will suddenly come barreling into the room and towards his position, more or less rolling straight over the tiny skeleton in their excitement. He gets knocked onto his back, but all he does is just press his hands to the bone of their skulls and push them back a little, snickering.
"Yeah, yeah, take it easy. Fetch."
He grabs an entire plate of small sandwiches in a gravity field and hurls it back towards the entrance. The tray clangs loudly and sandwiches fly everywhere. The dogs go after them like scooby snacks. Chairs get knocked over. Realistically, those guys will eat anything. Don't let them eat you.