Stressed and hyperaggressive. Like a bulldog. Gets nervous easily, lashes out a lot. Shows heavy signs of PTSD, but won't tell anyone why. Deep voiced and uses lots of nicknames, but is fond of sweetheart. Sounds like he's from Boston. Has a younger brother named Papyrus who's nearly seven feet tall and is a major ass. Doesn't get along with many people, monsters or humans, but he has the reputation of being a player and not someone who's bad side you don't want to be on. Name is Sans Serif.
Sans was quietly leaning against the side of a restaurant, having stepped out to take a smoke. They weren't real cigarettes, instead made of candy, but it helped the urges. As he 'smoked', he heard someone come up beside him, apparently joining him for the time being. He chuckled lowly, offering the stranger a candy cigarette. "candy cig? they don't got any nic, but hey, 's better than nuthin'."
🍔🔆|| Slippers and gloves..
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||"The Underground's last stand."|| ~ MONSTER USER
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Wandering timelines is…something. (DustTrust.)
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