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[Sans nominally resides in a small two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Verens' usual Otherworlder housing district, but is pretty much never at home. Mail sent to that address is unlikely to ever see the light of day again. Mail sent to an Enforcers office with his name on has a marginally better chance of reaching him, if not of being read in a timely fashion. Mail sent to him via his brother had the best chance of all, but only while Papyrus was still around.

It's somewhat easier to track down him down in person: his current job involves patrol routes all over Verens, and when not frequenting diners or comfortable sunny benches he often even does it. He also turns up in Shaarnath from time to time - usually by himself, usually for the food. Still, he rarely shows up in the same place twice on a given day.

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[seriff]

[He manages an impressively wide yawn for someone who almost never opens his mouth.] So, I can count on you to leave it out on the side...? All right.

[...This, much like Sans, doesn't seem to be going anywhere fast.]

[spagheleton]

QUIT JOKING AROUND! I'M GOING TO THE KITCHEN NOW, AND IF YOU AREN'T OUT THERE, I'M COMING RIGHT BACK!

[ Such is the depth of his love for his brother; he's willing to brave wading into this cesspool twice in a single morning. ]

[seriff]

[Aaaaand there he goes, leaving scattered socks and a rather dejected looking onion in his wake.

As it turns out, Sans will not be in the kitchen. Nor is he still in his room. Even so, it's quite easy to trace him back to the couch out front just by following the renewed sound of snoring. In lieu of the garbage he left in there, his original, even grimier hoodie is spread over the front of his Sosyne jacket like a makeshift blanket.]

[spagheleton]

[ Saaaaaaaaans. The quiche he made you to demonstrate what a proper quiche is like is going to get cold!!! Papyrus lets out a large, exaggerated sigh as he starts prodding Sans with the box again. ]

IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT YOUR BREAKFAST, AT LEAST OPEN YOUR GIFT!

[seriff]

Oh, that's what that thing is.

[He is the most convincing actor a skeleton with like two facial expressions can be.]

[spagheleton]

[ His poker face is truly unrivaled. Unlike his brother, who probably thinks poker involves prodding people, perhaps with sticks. Or maybe boxes? Although at this point it's less of a prod and more of an insistent push into Sans's ribs. Take this physical token of brotherly love, Sans, if only so he'll stop poking you with it. ]

THAT'S RIGHT! I LOOKED EVERYWHERE TO FIND YOU THE PERFECT GIFT! SO HURRY UP AND UNWRAP IT!

[seriff]

OK, OK.

[Dragging this out longer could still be funny, but he's gotta look after that 1 HP. He takes the box, weighs it thoughtfully in his hands...

...tucks it behind his skull like an impromptu pillow, and settles back down again.]

[spagheleton]

[ Hopefully they have a ground floor apartment, or else they're going to start getting noise complaints from the downstairs neighbors. Assuming Papyrus doesn't manage to stomp a hole through the floor first. Okay, they're probably getting noise complaints regardless, but that's not the point. ]

IT'S NOT A PILLOW, SANS! YOU DON'T NEED THE ENCOURAGEMENT!

[seriff]

[One of those stomps disturbs the couch so badly that Sans slips off the edge and half slides, half oozes onto the floor. The box falls as well, plinking off his ribcage when he doesn't bother to catch it. Working on it, okay? Working on it.

And indeed, after he finally opens up one end:]

A telescope?

[Who could have seen that one coming?]

[spagheleton]

[ Who, indeed? An expertly-kept secret, for sure. Didn't let it slip to anyone.

Sans actually doing something that he's supposed to do gets Papyrus to stop stomping on the floor and, indeed, generally brightens his mood up considerably. Which also brightens off the glitter coming off him, naturally. ]

A TELESCOPE! I COULDN'T FIND ANY AS NICE AS THE ONE YOU HAD BACK HOME, BUT THE NICE SALESPERSON ASSURED ME THAT THIS IS THE BEST TELESCOPE IN TOWN! THAT IS WHY, IT HAS SO MANY DIALS.

[seriff]

Sure looks that way. [And, presumably, glitter on the lens. How considerate!

A small amount of it doesn't look quite as sparkly as the rest, but most of that isn't making it further than Sans's sleeve, which is just as well.]

Thanks, bro. It's been a while...

[He turns it over in his hands, since letting the box thunk lightly to the floor is less effort than pulling the telescope out properly. Come to think, what did happen to the other one? He could have checked back, but he - didn't.]

...I'll have to bone up on how to use it.