[ The ruins aren't exactly similar to any of the crumbling architecture he's seen both in Dusty Puzzle Castle or in the Underground, but it's about the only 'familiar' feature about this place full of 'firsts' -- monster's first beach, first ocean, first shipwreck, first surreal tropical post-death vaycay.
So Sans, for a lack of anything better to do, shoulders his backpack and shuffles through the crystalline sand in his ridiculous dustmop slippers. The humidity has started to seep into his galaxy print hoodie, making it hang from him a little more heavily. At least he isn't struggling with the heat like a lot of these other guys. The pockets bulge.
It's when he's poked his skull into the entrance that he notices other people are already here; only reason Sans doesn't duck back out is because he recognizes one of them -- from, uh, a dream? Eh, weirder has happened. Hell, for all he knows, it's a residual memory he gleaned from that time he and Wade were attached at the spiritual hip that stuck to his subconscious like a burr.
Plopping his knapsack on the ground is easy, but keeping out from underfoot while Newt tries to herd people is harder -- just don't trip on his knapsack while you try to manage this thing you're doing, pal.
It's during a rare lull that he pipes up, from where he's finally settled to sit, using his knapsack to prop himself up. ]
sup newt
So Sans, for a lack of anything better to do, shoulders his backpack and shuffles through the crystalline sand in his ridiculous dustmop slippers. The humidity has started to seep into his galaxy print hoodie, making it hang from him a little more heavily. At least he isn't struggling with the heat like a lot of these other guys. The pockets bulge.
It's when he's poked his skull into the entrance that he notices other people are already here; only reason Sans doesn't duck back out is because he recognizes one of them -- from, uh, a dream? Eh, weirder has happened. Hell, for all he knows, it's a residual memory he gleaned from that time he and Wade were attached at the spiritual hip that stuck to his subconscious like a burr.
Plopping his knapsack on the ground is easy, but keeping out from underfoot while Newt tries to herd people is harder -- just don't trip on his knapsack while you try to manage this thing you're doing, pal.
It's during a rare lull that he pipes up, from where he's finally settled to sit, using his knapsack to prop himself up. ]
Guess this is what you humans call herding cats.
[ He flexes his phalanges in a kind of wave. ]
Good meowning.
[ Ugh. ]