Sans: *He pulls Eliver into a tight hug* Eliver, you're not sick... You're in love... and not LOVE kind of love either! *He takes Eliver out of the hug* And I hope that you also think that that's sansational, cause if you don't then i'm gonna be totally boned, and I know that that sad feeling won't go... Pfft! Right through me! But, i'll try and stay pawsitive! Heh heh! So basically, what i'm saying is... would you be my mate? <Mind: Oh my god! I'm pretty sure that I just totally blew that! She probably hates me now! Why would I ask that?! She's totally gonna kill me! Wait... Maybe this is okay... Maybe she won't murder me for this... Maybe she'll say yes? I don't know what i'm thinking right now... And I defiantly don't know what she's thinking... I really hope she says yes... Pfft! Pawsitive...>