Classic Sans

*yawns, eye sockets half-lidded* good call. speaking of bites... *grins wider* you look like someone who knows their way around a neck. am I right?

*they blush, but it's hard to tell due to their pale skin, they cover their neck* "uh... I... Um... I don't know what you mean..."

*leans closer* oh, you don't? *grins knowingly*

*I look up at him* I'm Natasha, but u can call me Foxy, Ender, or what ever nickname

"Well, Foxy... I'm Sans, but you can call me Daddy~" *He says with a teasing smirk, his tone of voice is sarcastic but he's being serious at the same time*

*smile tightens* Yeah. I'm sans. Sans the skeleton.