[A year or two ago, the surrealism of traversing icy grounds and ghost towns with someone who is a short skeleton might've been darkly hilarious, but right now, it's more feeding a relatively-thin, relatively-well-buried, but nonetheless rather hot and concentrated layer of hysteria. His voice is throaty with tiredness and coping-disengagement, the latter of which at least does its part keeping it easy to speak glibly.]
Mm, whichever one you want, Skele-bro.
[A quick thought of huh pulls him to throw Sans a quick look, though. In all his short, skeletal-ness, in a dilapidated hospital, hoo-hoo, life sure has gotten cinematic, and not in an a fun way, in this kind of mood.]
If a guy like you has to hit the sack -- 'n I've learned something new today.
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Mm, whichever one you want, Skele-bro.
[A quick thought of huh pulls him to throw Sans a quick look, though. In all his short, skeletal-ness, in a dilapidated hospital, hoo-hoo, life sure has gotten cinematic, and not in an a fun way, in this kind of mood.]
If a guy like you has to hit the sack -- 'n I've learned something new today.