Guess who's also skulking? Or, more to the point, skullking?

Definitely not this skull king. This costume's about as low-effort as a costume can get, but the little crown cut out of yellow construction paper is still set at a jaunty angle at the crown of his skull. Sans hasn't been drinking much at all - with a digestive tract like his, why bother? - but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have a good time.

He doesn't recognize the monster in front of him. All he can tell is that it's really not that human, though it sure knows how to pretend to be one. Sans ambles over, never losing his trademark grin.

"hey." In a display that doesn't seem quite right given his literally skeletal appearance, Sans winks an eyesocket. "what're you pinking about?"