Sans leans on tree, his single pupil looking away, somewhere up.

• listen, bucko, as much as I admire you getting killed-
• i just don't have the heart to care for stupid questions.
• so scram. Loud voice interrupts him, Papyrus speaking, sans' smirk dissapears.
• SANS!!!!!! BE NICE!!!
• I WANT THE HUMAN IN HIGH SPIRITS BEFORE SHE MEETS HER DOOM! His smirk returns and his eye narrows.
• eehdg.. After a while, he speaks like nothing of This happened.
• 'sup. [use replies to ask him different things, check description for more info Example: (Toriel?)]