Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling the blanket slide on to the floor just as someone -- Papyrus -- pounded on the door. Groaning, the older of the two groaned and buried his face in the pillows. He wasn't ready to get up, sure that may have had something to do with the late night before but it had totally not been his fault! One of the other monsters had thought it would be a good idea to play ding-dong-ditch until the early morning hours.<br/><br/>Eventually Sans forced himself out of bed, and got himself more or less ready for the day. Yawning he walked down the stairs to see his little brother waiting impatiently for him.<br/>"You don't need to get your bones in a bunch every morning." Sans shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at his brother, the sole reason he was awake at all.