[Sans looks back to J, actually sort of surprised at that question. After a moment, that expression eases into another somewhat biting grin. He taps at his temple with a bony click.]
Heh. Yep, still all that. Hell if I know what good it does me.
[He rests his hands against he counter, leaning on them for support, staring down.]
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Heh. Yep, still all that. Hell if I know what good it does me.
[He rests his hands against he counter, leaning on them for support, staring down.]
When did we meet, exactly? Can't quite recall...