[At first glance, there's nothing untoward about the slip of blank orange paper that the native kid is proffering him. But Sans knows to check everything twice - doesn't everyone? - and when he looks again from under his hood, there's something strange about the corner that just brushed his fingerbone. It's not quite orange, actually. It's like the tip was dipped in water, leaching the colour away.
...No, water would soak through it quicker. The blot of unattractive grey is creeping up the paper only at a crawl, and the girl hasn't noticed it yet, the way she might if the whole thing turned that colour. But it is spreading.
Welp. He's not a fan of thinking fast, honestly. But whether or not he fully understands the effect yet, there's no need to spook a random stranger over it for no reason, much less a budding young entrepreneur who'll probably grow up to save the slackers of this world a truckload of work. Hell, even if he doesn't care about spooking them and just wants to shut his most primal wishing instinct out of his skull for a little longer, what's the difference? Who's keeping score?]
Hmm, well... Don't let this get out, kiddo, it's kinda personal. But my biggest wish...
[He yoinks the discoloured strip of wishing paper from the kid with a gentle tug. Under his off-white bony fingers, the paper already might as well be camouflaged - but then they close over it, and he smartly slips both hand and paper into his pocket.]
...was for someone to give me some free paper. What a coincidence, right? [He winks, a flicker of light inside his hood.] Let me know once you've figured that one out.
wasn't sure how long it should be, let me know if it needs more o/
[At first glance, there's nothing untoward about the slip of blank orange paper that the native kid is proffering him. But Sans knows to check everything twice - doesn't everyone? - and when he looks again from under his hood, there's something strange about the corner that just brushed his fingerbone. It's not quite orange, actually. It's like the tip was dipped in water, leaching the colour away.
...No, water would soak through it quicker. The blot of unattractive grey is creeping up the paper only at a crawl, and the girl hasn't noticed it yet, the way she might if the whole thing turned that colour. But it is spreading.
Welp. He's not a fan of thinking fast, honestly. But whether or not he fully understands the effect yet, there's no need to spook a random stranger over it for no reason, much less a budding young entrepreneur who'll probably grow up to save the slackers of this world a truckload of work. Hell, even if he doesn't care about spooking them and just wants to shut his most primal wishing instinct out of his skull for a little longer, what's the difference? Who's keeping score?]
Hmm, well... Don't let this get out, kiddo, it's kinda personal. But my biggest wish...
[He yoinks the discoloured strip of wishing paper from the kid with a gentle tug. Under his off-white bony fingers, the paper already might as well be camouflaged - but then they close over it, and he smartly slips both hand and paper into his pocket.]
...was for someone to give me some free paper. What a coincidence, right? [He winks, a flicker of light inside his hood.] Let me know once you've figured that one out.