Papyrus: Exactly! :3

Sans: *tRyINg tO PlAY iT cOoL* Pfft! Distant? Nah! We good, uh... fam??

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Frisk: *They blush a bit, then smiling* <You're adorable!~> *They get to a vent, that leads outside, and kicks it out, crawling through, and dropping to the ground*

Guard: What the fu-?! Hey!! Get over here!!

Frisk: =_= And this is the part where we run.