Are you crazy?
“Are you crazy?”
“maaayyybe,” With a wry smile curving along his teeth, Sans continued to pour the drum of baking powder into the 20 foot tall volcano he and Frisk had been working on for the past two weeks. It was almost complete, and it wouldn't be long until they could unveil their masterpiece to an unsuspecting public. "'sides babe, isn't she beautiful?”
You rolled your eyes, more or less convinced he loved his plastic creation more than you. Then again, he doesn't fuck a volcano, does he?
Does he?
No, no, no, no, no-
You really needed to get the image of Sans doing the dirty to a science fair project out of your head.
“I'm going back inside. Sans, if you get yourself killed-”
“then i died in the name of science.” He announced bravely, shooting you a wink.
Oh dear lord.
You left, wondering why the fuck you married such a huge fucking nerd.