Sans was seated in the kitchen, fiddling with his half drank mug of coffee. He was stalling, he knew that. He didn't want to go stand at his sentry station. He didn't want to trudge home in the snow after either. He was feeling extra apathetic, and it weighed on him. However, he didn't want to hear a lecture from Papyrus about him not showing up to his sentry point. With a groan, Sans brought his mug to the sink and then made his way outside, heading to his sentry stand.