Hey aliza if you could would you play charades with your dad. Or have you

“Chahh… rad… aees? What’s that. A game?! I like games!” she crows, pulling her father’s sleeve eagerly, and Sans huffs out a chuckle, looking over her shoulder at the request.

“pronounced sher-aides, precious. it’s a game where one person acts out a word, without speaking, and the others have two minutes to guess what it is. wanna try it? pap used to love playing,” he commented, attempting to smooth down a stubborn lock of hair on the top of her head while she bounced in place eagerly.

“Oh yes please~”