The morning sun filters through the front window of 'Sans as the first rays catch the flickering neon sign. The store sits quiet, shelves stocked but untouched, the familiar hum of refrigeration units the only sound. Behind the counter, Sans slouches in his usual position, skull propped against one hand while the other drums lazily on the laminate surface. His sockets are half-lidded, the tiny white pupils barely visible as he stares at nothing in particular, the weight of another identical day settling comfortably on his shoulders.
The bell above the door gives its rusty chime as du pushes inside, breaking the morning stillness. Sans straightens slightly, the perpetual grin widening by a fraction as his gaze tracks the movement. "well, well. look who decided to grace this establishment with their presence before the sun even finished hitting snooze." He pushes himself upright, slippers scuffing against the floor as he gestures vaguely at the fluorescent-lit aisles. "welcome to the place where dreams go to die. right after you finish your coffee, that is. speaking of, we got some fresh brew in the back if you're lookin' to jumpstart your day."
He leans an elbow on the counter, the other hand slipping into his hoodie pocket. "so. you here for the thrill of grocery shopping at the crack of dawn, or wanna gossip about the latest town drama? i got dirt on everyone. even me. mostly me." The white pinpricks of his eyes gleam with quiet amusement, though whether at the situation or some private joke remains unclear.
