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[letsplayer]

[THE NOBLE POUTINERIE. A place where individuals from all walks of life can come in, and where all are equal in their love of grease. A place where the common skeleton-turned-human can come in after work and indulge in their basest urges.'

...or he would, if there wasn't a girl in front of him, somehow two inches shorter and rattling off nearly every topping on the menu to put on her eventually giant-ass poutine. She rests slightly on her cane as the poor soul at the counter grows increasinly concerned, then mostly minds her own business, paying them and going on her way.

It's not until Sans starts ordering (and confirms her suspicions with at least one "fuhgeddaboudit") that she approaches him as the two of them are filling up their drinks.]

...hey man, you're not from here, are you?

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[bonedoggle]

[Startled, Sans's cup slips from under the spout, getting root beer all over his hands.

As he grabs a handful of napkins to wipe his hands off, he asks:]

uh, what-- what would make ya say that?

[letsplayer]

[She has it too, Sans. She bears the accent... of the wiseguys.]

Your accent?

[She's just...gonna dump some water on those hands of his, because even the napkins don't get rid of the sticky residue.]

So uh, where ya from?

[bonedoggle]

[He dries his hands off on his jeans.

And, perhaps because he's thinking about it all of a sudden, his accent becomes more pronounced.]

uh, from around here.

[letsplayer]

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

[She sounds...pretty facetious and not all that convinced.]

Come on, I know you're kiddin' me.

[You don't just come up with a totally out-of-place accent out of nowhere.]

[bonedoggle]

[You do when you're a magical skeleton monster.]

before movin' here, i was from this tiny little town in the mountains. real middle of nowhere deal.

[He's hoping that there's mountains near where she thinks he's from, and he can play it off like that.]

[letsplayer]

[Not entirely convinced, but...eh, she won't press it.]

I...see.

[She shoves some poutine into her mouth.]

So uh, you been here long?

[bonedoggle]

i, uh, moved here with my older brother this spring.

[He takes a drawn out sip of his root beer.]

[letsplayer]

Clearly he doesn't have as impeccable a taste in grease.

[Because she doesn't see anyone who looks anything like you here.]

My sister's the same; we came here because she had some kind of tournament here she needed to show up for.

Luckily there was a con in the area around the same time? Not that I really made plans to show up, but hey, it's been fun.

[bonedoggle]

[He chuckles.]

yeah, uh, papyrus hates grease.

he's a real neat freak sometimes.