[It's clear from the very delicate way he takes the paper and unfolds it slowly, carefully, fingertips only, that he's expecting something. A glitter bomb maybe, or a glob of ketchup in the middle.
But all that's inside is a name.]
Sans, what on earth--
[It clicks. His jaw drops and his eyesockets go wide.]
no subject
[It's clear from the very delicate way he takes the paper and unfolds it slowly, carefully, fingertips only, that he's expecting something. A glitter bomb maybe, or a glob of ketchup in the middle.
But all that's inside is a name.]
Sans, what on earth--
[It clicks. His jaw drops and his eyesockets go wide.]