[Well, that's something, now innit? Sans's brow raises in apparent surprise, his tail flicking back and forth in interest. He's curious what kind of spell exactly he used to do that, and is even more curious what his tarot reading are actually capable of.
Aw, hell. Why not. It feels unnecessarily masochistic, but he wants to see this for himself.]
Sound good to you? [He glances at the sprite in the admission booth, who shrugs and nods. It's a favour to the carnival, and that should suffice. If the Ringmaster has a problem, they can fight about it.]
Alright. [He leans back a bit, ready to take it in.] Lay it on me.
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Aw, hell. Why not. It feels unnecessarily masochistic, but he wants to see this for himself.]
Sound good to you? [He glances at the sprite in the admission booth, who shrugs and nods. It's a favour to the carnival, and that should suffice. If the Ringmaster has a problem, they can fight about it.]
Alright. [He leans back a bit, ready to take it in.] Lay it on me.