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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ I can't, I have things to do, Dustbunny.
Sans huffed, gently holding the other by the shoulders.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Sounds good.
Sans said after a small yawn, gently stroking the back of Dust's neck with his claws. The fabric of his scarf brushed against his knuckles for a moment.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ You've been very flattering lately. Are you feeling good, pal ׅׅ𖤠
Sans threw the scraps of fabric to the ground after the shirt finished tearing.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ It's because I'm too lazy to wash it, so I cut off the stained parts.
Sans said instead, pulling at the shirt with the knife until the sound of tearing became more noticeable.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Hey, bunny.
He waved at Dust, maneuvering with a knife to cut away the remnants of his shirt that had snagged on his exposed ribs.
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you and i are not in love. we're just the same. part of you pours out of me.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Yeah. I got a bloody mess with the traps today but at least everyone will have a plate of food for the next week.
Sans explained with a low tone, pausing again to see if the stains were still there.
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Repulsive and sickening, am I? And yet: Here you are again. You find your way back to my door and once more, we are one.













