[wow, sans. rude. she has friends... kind of... look, she's making acquaintances, okay.
rin wears a little scowl, anyway, somewhere between "soured by his joke" and "hey, sans, you're pretty all right"—she's probably thinking about any holes there are in the defensive barrier she's set up around their hotel room, too.]
You say that so carelessly...
[she places the cygnet on the floor.
the swan waddles over and poops by sans.]
It looks like you've received your cordial welcome.
this is my shining moment in rp
rin wears a little scowl, anyway, somewhere between "soured by his joke" and "hey, sans, you're pretty all right"—she's probably thinking about any holes there are in the defensive barrier she's set up around their hotel room, too.]
You say that so carelessly...
[she places the cygnet on the floor.
the swan waddles over and poops by sans.]
It looks like you've received your cordial welcome.