[A certain someone managed to fall asleep on the smoothie shack countertop. A certain skeleton someone with a giant straw hat, meatball shaped inflatables, and huge dollop of sunscreen smeared all over his stupid smiley face.]
[Conveniently, that same countertop hides whatever his bathing suit may happen to look like, helped further by the fact that, even when he wakes up in a 'start' at the sound of a familiar voice, Sans cannot be arsed to move his bony butt any more than a few nanometers at any given time.]
III
[Conveniently, that same countertop hides whatever his bathing suit may happen to look like, helped further by the fact that, even when he wakes up in a 'start' at the sound of a familiar voice, Sans cannot be arsed to move his bony butt any more than a few nanometers at any given time.]
Oh, hey.
'Sup, Undyne. Welcome to the party.
[Spoilers: There is no party.]