[They're not scared of Sans getting mad. Anger is effort and energy and motion. He'd probably just ignore his ketchupy window until it rained.
But pranking across time and space. That is a good point. That is a very real possibility. Chara stops mid-windup. Cants their head to one side thoughtfully. Beings to weigh the pros and cons very carefully. With poetic solemnity, they gaze at the window and recite.]
Ah. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both...
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But pranking across time and space. That is a good point. That is a very real possibility. Chara stops mid-windup. Cants their head to one side thoughtfully. Beings to weigh the pros and cons very carefully. With poetic solemnity, they gaze at the window and recite.]
Ah. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both...
[Shoot. Wait. They forget the next line.]