[Yeah okay so the ship was crashing, and there's angry electric jellyfish everywhere, and sure probably everyone is going to die, himself included. Maybe. Possibly.
Honestly he doubts it, judging from the caliber of some of the people here. That's probably why he's not doing anything. Doing precisely nothing to help in fact, he's already hunted down a seat belt, comfortably returned his tray to the upright position, after having carefully pried it off of the hinge it rested upon... And has casually sunk down about as far as he can get into his seat, that lazy grin not going anywhere as the disassembled tray top is quickly rested atop his head.]
nah this is fine.
[Feel free to try to convince him to panic more, but how much is a three foot tall skeleton in gym shorts gonna accomplish, really?]
[ii: Jaws a hundred and two: Electric Boogaloo]
[Skeletons: not well known for being super delicious. By some miracle of fate, he's managed to not die during the crash, despite clearly not putting any effort into not dying.
He doesn't take up a lot of space, comfortably or maybe uncomfortably, it's hard to tell, crammed into a life raft that was now finding itself besieged by a very hungry sea lion. What's Sans doing?
If you guessed 'not much', you'd probably be correct. Though he did bring that tray from the ship with him. So like... ]
hey hold up hold on, lemme just....
[Really, whether or not the person next to him is going to make room or is in fact, ready for this, they'll find their spooky scary skeletal shipmate leaning over with that tray to swat sharply at the head of an exceptionally DETERMINED seal. He may or may not have gotten into your lap for this, but once he's there, whether or not that seal goes away... he's...
he's probably not getting up again sorry not sorry.]
[WILDCARD]
[At the spring! Around town, eating directly from a bottle of ketchup! In your apartment. Where ever you want to see a skeleton. Or don't want to!
Sans | Undertale
[Yeah okay so the ship was crashing, and there's angry electric jellyfish everywhere, and sure probably everyone is going to die, himself included. Maybe. Possibly.
Honestly he doubts it, judging from the caliber of some of the people here. That's probably why he's not doing anything. Doing precisely nothing to help in fact, he's already hunted down a seat belt, comfortably returned his tray to the upright position, after having carefully pried it off of the hinge it rested upon... And has casually sunk down about as far as he can get into his seat, that lazy grin not going anywhere as the disassembled tray top is quickly rested atop his head.]
nah this is fine.
[Feel free to try to convince him to panic more, but how much is a three foot tall skeleton in gym shorts gonna accomplish, really?]
[ii: Jaws a hundred and two: Electric Boogaloo]
[Skeletons: not well known for being super delicious. By some miracle of fate, he's managed to not die during the crash, despite clearly not putting any effort into not dying.
He doesn't take up a lot of space, comfortably or maybe uncomfortably, it's hard to tell, crammed into a life raft that was now finding itself besieged by a very hungry sea lion. What's Sans doing?
If you guessed 'not much', you'd probably be correct. Though he did bring that tray from the ship with him. So like... ]
hey hold up hold on, lemme just....
[Really, whether or not the person next to him is going to make room or is in fact, ready for this, they'll find their spooky scary skeletal shipmate leaning over with that tray to swat sharply at the head of an exceptionally DETERMINED seal. He may or may not have gotten into your lap for this, but once he's there, whether or not that seal goes away... he's...
he's probably not getting up again sorry not sorry.]
[WILDCARD]
[At the spring! Around town, eating directly from a bottle of ketchup! In your apartment. Where ever you want to see a skeleton. Or don't want to!
Have fun!]