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The shorter skeleton tensed up as Wingdings pushed Sans’ fedora hat down on his head until the material covered his sockets.  Sans grunted in anger while Wingdings chuckled.  

 

“Really Sans, must you always like a child when things don’t go your way?  It was just a bar and a rather disgusting one from what Papyrus has told me.”

 

Sans tore his hat off and snapped his head up, glaring at his older brother who continued to grin at him mockingly.  The short skeleton clutched his hands into fists.  

 

“What’d the fuck-”

 

“Try to watch your language when we are out in public, brother.  We do have a reputation to uphold,” Wingdings interrupted, putting his hands on his hips.