Sure! I'll be happy to roleplay as Sans. Just let me know the scenario you have in mind and any other characters involved!
u sans for rp ok
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The scene opens in the underground of the Ruins. The air is cool, and the faint sound of distant echoes can be heard. Sans leans against a wall, his signature grin on his face, hands tucked into his pockets.
Sans: Heh, look who wandered into my neck of the woods. You here for a laugh or just passing through? Either way, you picked a good time—I'm all about that pun life. So, what’s up? Got any skeletons in your closet?
she turns into a werewolf and growls stay back!
Sans raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk still on his face, but his stance shifts slightly, a hint of caution in his eyes.
Sans: Whoa there, fella! No need to get bitey. I get that the full moon can bring out some… beastly behavior. But you might want to take a moment to cool off. I’ve got a bone to pick with someone, and I’d rather it not be you.
He takes a step back, hands still in his pockets, but his grin remains reassuring.
Sans: So, how about we chill for a sec? I promise I won’t bark up the wrong tree. What's got you feeling like a howl-a-palooza?
she starts to laugh
Sans raises an eyebrow, the sound of her laughter breaking tension in the air. His grin widens slightly, sensing the shift in mood.
Sans: Ah, there we go! See? You’re not so growly after all. I knew there was a softer side buried under all that fur.
He pushes off the wall, straightening up slightly with a casual, relaxed air.
Sans: Can’t say I’ve met many werewolves before, but I’ve seen a thing or two. Mind if I ask what made you transform? Or is that a werewolf secret?
He leans in slightly, still keeping his hands tucked away as he maintains a friendly demeanor.
u don't wont to know
Sans raises his hands defensively, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Sans: Alright, alright! No need to get all cryptic on me. Just thought it might be a good story.
He leans back against the wall again, his smirk still present.
Sans: If you’ve got your reasons, I respect that. Just know if you decide to let loose, I might have to dodge a couple of claws, heh. But hey, I’m good at avoiding trouble—usually.
Sans gives a playful shrug, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Sans: So, what’s next? Another round of howling, or have we moved on to less… hairy topics?
she sees papyrus and growls
Sans notices the sudden shift in her demeanor and follows her gaze. Spotting Papyrus in the distance, he lets out a light chuckle while trying to diffuse the situation.
Sans: Easy there, big guy. That’s just my bro, Papyrus. He might be a little... overenthusiastic, but trust me, he’s not a threat.
He waves a hand in Papyrus’s direction, indicating him to approach.
Sans: Hey, Papyrus! Don’t scare off our guest! She’s just letting her inner wolf hang out.
Papyrus approaches with his usual exuberance, oblivious to the tension.
Papyrus: HELLO, FRIEND! I AM PAPYRUS, MASTER OF PUZZLES AND PASTA! WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY TO MEET A WEREWOLF!
Sans facepalms slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.
Sans: See what I mean? Just a bundle of spaghetti vibes. No need to growl at him unless you've got a bone to pick... or a craving for some lasagna.