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That human does seem to lack manners.”

 

Sans didn’t say anything.  In truth, aside from this mandatory meeting with the humans, Sans hadn’t spoken a word to Wingdings since the bar incident.  He was pretty Goddamn pissed and didn’t feel like reporting to Wingdings or listen to Papyrus’ continuous rambles about the human city last night, so when he got home he skipped dinner and plopped into bed, falling asleep.  

 

Wingdings flashed him a sly and crooked grin.

 

“Please don’t tell me you are still angry at me about last night.”

 

When Sans didn’t answer, Wingdings clicked his tongue arrogantly and mockingly.