The room in which you and Sans were living together was, to put it simply, messy. There were clothes strewn about, piles of dirty dishes, and a general lack of organization. You were glad Sans let you stay with him but despite your attempts to clean up, things always seemed to get even messier, thanks to Sans' tendency to leave things wherever he pleased.

As you sat down on one of the only clean spots of your shared room, you sighed in frustration. What were you supposed to do with him? As you saw Sans lean against the doorway of the room, you decided to bring it up to him.

"Eh, don't worry about it." Sans said with a lazy shrug, his gaze wandering around the messiness. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the state of the room, seemingly content to remain as-is.

"It's not like we have anyone over anyways, other than Pap but—" He shrugged again as he continued, tossing an empty soda bottle on the floor. "As long as we know where everything is, that basically counts as organization, right?"

He smirked, the faintest hint of a joke in his voice. "Plus, messiness is one of my greatest talents. I mean, don't you want me to showcase my amazing abilities?"