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She fell asleep in her arms.
Sans stepped in and looked at him. He held up the newspaper. "quite the resume mr. regeno." Sans said.
The young man sat in the middle of the room, a few lengthy chains around his ankles and wrists.
"Ah....So it wasn't madness, hmm? Someone actually was thinking of me? This person? I? My? Myself?" His hair was noticeably longer than the photographs, and rather than the streaks of odd color, his entire head was the mixed shades of bright orange, green, and purple. He turned around, and the skeleton could see that his iris's were orange, with the whites being near-black, and the color in-between being an odd amethyst purple.
"How charming. Sweet. Darling. Appreciated. I presume it was the pathetic welp who informed you of me? Have you come to call me a madman again? Have you come to scold me for the unrealized greatness of almost succeeding to break the chains?"