Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: TROMBONE Fame Lvl: 0 Current MP: 0
Short Description: ► Sans is a trom-BONER lol. jk I'll do this properly soon. (though it would be in the spirit of Sans not to.)
Regains So Far: ► MODERATE SPACE-TIME MANIPULATION: He can teleport himself around the city, and also teleport other people and objects within range of sight.
[He finds it interesting that Greg is suggesting that doing music primarily for the money is a crime worthy of death, but as he's pretty sure that Greg is just being a doofus, he doesn't question him on it. As if Greg would ever earnestly consider anyone deserving of death - except maybe himself, actually. Sheesh. What a guy.]
Metal as hell I can do. Or I could...if that was actually me. Not so much anymore. Really makes you wonder, huh. Whatever this is, it must take all kinds.
[ Less the simple act of being in it for the money, and more the implication that he personally would be changed enough to value fortune over fun. He's exaggerating to keep things more light, but... that talk with Blanche is still ringing in his ears. ]
This place was a pretty motley crew before weird dimension stuff figured into it. Stardom really does take things to extremes.
[Talking with Blanche seems like a losing proposition. Sans is glad to stay out of it. Being a nobody seems favorable to being a favorite at this point.
Sans stares at Greg thoughtfully for a few long moments, contemplating something unseen. Then, he sits up and lifts his arms invitingly.]
Hey. You were hoping for an awkward bro hug out of this, weren'tcha?
[ Greg stares at Sans a moment, blinking, before a grin breaks over his face. It's tired, but relieved. He hesitates none before pulling his buddy into a big hug. ]
You don't get to complain, now.
[ Maybe it's awkward for Sans, but man Greg really needed this. ]
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Metal as hell I can do. Or I could...if that was actually me. Not so much anymore. Really makes you wonder, huh. Whatever this is, it must take all kinds.
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This place was a pretty motley crew before weird dimension stuff figured into it. Stardom really does take things to extremes.
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[Talking with Blanche seems like a losing proposition. Sans is glad to stay out of it. Being a nobody seems favorable to being a favorite at this point.
Sans stares at Greg thoughtfully for a few long moments, contemplating something unseen. Then, he sits up and lifts his arms invitingly.]
Hey. You were hoping for an awkward bro hug out of this, weren'tcha?
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You don't get to complain, now.
[ Maybe it's awkward for Sans, but man Greg really needed this. ]
Thanks.