[ It was a fresh subject, which is exactly what Sans wanted out of his question. After all, who didn't love talking about their tattoos? Not that they were especially common underground, but sometimes temporary ones would wash down from the surface into the dump. Sans remembered a time when his brother found one bearing a particularly demonic looking skull and couldn't stop talking about it for weeks. Sans had to have a mini-intervention to get him to wash his scapula.
At the time, Sans had no real idea why humans would want skulls on their arms. Listening to Newt, the reasoning seemed... clearer, somehow. Though Newt's fear seemed considerably more justified than whatever was frightening the humans on the surface of his world. ]
Yeah? [ There's laughter in the word, though it's not so much at Newt as a sort of fond consideration of Newt's admission. ] So the tats, did they come before or after you decided to study them? [ A beat. ] The aliens, not needles.
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At the time, Sans had no real idea why humans would want skulls on their arms. Listening to Newt, the reasoning seemed... clearer, somehow. Though Newt's fear seemed considerably more justified than whatever was frightening the humans on the surface of his world. ]
Yeah? [ There's laughter in the word, though it's not so much at Newt as a sort of fond consideration of Newt's admission. ] So the tats, did they come before or after you decided to study them? [ A beat. ] The aliens, not needles.