[They've all been led out to a flying lesson. Sans has been following along quietly, his arms folded behind his head until he has to get a broom. He stares at it with a hint of amusement. Even in the Underground, there weren't exactly flying brooms. No doubt Dad would've been on the idea if he'd thought of it, and Papyrus would've been ecstatic, but...
Well, no matter. He gets his broom, and when he's told to, he commands it.]
up.
[The broom shoots up, obediently. Hm. He snickers, giving it a pat.]
good boy.
[The broom isn't a pet and he's more than aware it's not sentient, but it feels like it has a degree of sentience moreso than a normal object. So hey, no problem with that. He hops onto it and swoops into the air, before immediately landing again. That was short, but exerting any authority over anything is work.
Then he notices a human guy having trouble with his own broom. Hm. Guy keeps hopping on, keeps getting thrown off. He's really struggling not to snort. But he keeps his broom in his hand as he peeks over.]
III
Well, no matter. He gets his broom, and when he's told to, he commands it.]
up.
[The broom shoots up, obediently. Hm. He snickers, giving it a pat.]
good boy.
[The broom isn't a pet and he's more than aware it's not sentient, but it feels like it has a degree of sentience moreso than a normal object. So hey, no problem with that. He hops onto it and swoops into the air, before immediately landing again. That was short, but exerting any authority over anything is work.
Then he notices a human guy having trouble with his own broom. Hm. Guy keeps hopping on, keeps getting thrown off. He's really struggling not to snort. But he keeps his broom in his hand as he peeks over.]
havin' trouble, bud?
[Okay, he clearly sounds amused anyway.]