"Here goes nothing."
Frisk stood, facing Sans as he went through his typical monologue. If only he could make it shorter..Frisk hated waiting.
"It's not gonna be your turn. Ever." Sans continued. "I'm just gonna keep having my turn until you give up. Even if it means we have to stand here until the end of time. Capiche?"
Frisk rolled their eyes, tapping their foot as they waited for Sans to finish; this was always the longest part of the fight, it seemed..maybe because there was no real fighting involved.
"So, uh, in my personal opinion.." Yadda yadda yadda.. "The most determined thing you can do here? Is to, uh, completely give up. And.." Sans yawned, "do literally anything else."
Frisk sighed in slight relief; the monologue was over, and now-
"What?" Sans lifted a brow, as he downed some espresso. "Is there a problem?"
Frisk glared at the drink..Sans didn't drink coffee!
"Look, if you think I'm not gonna learn a few things after going through this about a zillion times, ya clearly don't know me. Not that..I'd expect you to. You're committing mass murder again, after all."
The human crossed their arms, glaring at the skeleton before them..this was unfair!
"You don't gotta be so cross about it." Sans smirked, sipping some more espresso.
This was fine...Frisk could wait. Sans couldn't have had that much caffeine on him, anyway..he would run out eventually.
"Anyways, I've bean giving it some thought, and I, uh, realized that you're..really impatient. Ya don't like to wait."
No...
"It didn't mean a latte to me at first, but, uh, when I thought about it..I remembered days like this."
No...
"I don't wanna macchiato be some demon, but I guess that's what you are."
Please, no...
"So, as I was saying, it's a brew-tiful day outside."
"I'll reset!" Frisk shouted, having had enough of this.
"That's nice." Sans smiled. "Now, how about we just quit these little genocides? They seem to be mocha'n you can handle."
"Shut up!"
"Ya don't have to be joe hostile about it, espresso-ly when I'm sip-ly-"
RESET.