Sans- [ Fortunately, Sans doesn't have to receive the anti-gravity capsules in person. He hides them in his trailer's mailbox, assuming he'll go back and get them at least once. He doesn't sign a name, because then these would just go in the trash. He attaches a small note so he can assume it's from one of his closer friends.
'For when you just wanna float off from doing your job.'
He skitters off quickly. ]
Papyrus, also answering his message, so closer to the 6th.
Hey--
[ Smile...s? ]
You said you wanted me to help redecorate, right? Well, there were tons of swords in the market, but I mean, as arm-y as I am now-- [ tendrils wiggling in the air. also a very bad pun. ] I don't have any use for them, and they were expensive... so I got you something to customize with.
It's... back home already. Remember when I made fun of you for your car bed? Well, no, you don't. Anyway, I got you an upgrade.
Reira, probably a day or two later in the week.
[ He tried to wait for Christmas. He really did, but there's a certain greediness about gift giving that you want to lob your present in someone's face right away, especially if it's really good. so he's carrying a packages while he adjusts to his new tendrils, because he can't clip with something in hand.
It's two little packages wrapped up in soft wrapping paper. He presses a tendril to it and it begins to play a tune and his own nervousness starts to fade. Maybe he should'a gotten two of these, but he didn't want to chance the price. ]
Day 6 - end of week? gift giving.
[ Fortunately, Sans doesn't have to receive the anti-gravity capsules in person. He hides them in his trailer's mailbox, assuming he'll go back and get them at least once. He doesn't sign a name, because then these would just go in the trash. He attaches a small note so he can assume it's from one of his closer friends.
'For when you just wanna float off from doing your job.'
He skitters off quickly. ]
Papyrus, also answering his message, so closer to the 6th.
Hey--
[ Smile...s? ]
You said you wanted me to help redecorate, right? Well, there were tons of swords in the market, but I mean, as arm-y as I am now-- [ tendrils wiggling in the air. also a very bad pun. ] I don't have any use for them, and they were expensive... so I got you something to customize with.
It's... back home already. Remember when I made fun of you for your car bed? Well, no, you don't. Anyway, I got you an upgrade.
Reira, probably a day or two later in the week.
[ He tried to wait for Christmas. He really did, but there's a certain greediness about gift giving that you want to lob your present in someone's face right away, especially if it's really good. so he's carrying a packages while he adjusts to his new tendrils, because he can't clip with something in hand.
It's two little packages wrapped up in soft wrapping paper. He presses a tendril to it and it begins to play a tune and his own nervousness starts to fade. Maybe he should'a gotten two of these, but he didn't want to chance the price. ]