The bartender simply nodded and grabbed another drink from the shelf and presented it to him, taking the 5 pieces. The crowd simply continued enjoying their time at the tavern.<br/><b><br/>
* </b>buddy. i like ya, you seem like a swell guy and all. but that expression... heh. i won't grace it with a description. heheh.<br/><br/>His face was the serious one, no pupils in the eye sockets. One monster approached Sans after witnessing him pull the face twice. "Sans. I know that you're the one who handles the judgements of people that meet monsters, but do you really think this guy is causing trouble?"<br/><b><br/>
* </b>i know that, something about this guy just seems... off. like someone is talking to him even though we're the only ones at this table. my dreams...<br/>"Sans, are you really going on about that genocidal demon in your dreams again?"<br/><b>* </b>you don't understand the whole situation like i do.<br/>"Sigh."<br/><br/>And after that sigh, the monster walked back to his friends, grabbing their mug again. That left Sans in his serious face, he looked like he was contemplating something, unaware that their conversation was not private.