*(The train chugs along the tracks rhythmically, Nick Wilde slouched comfortably in his seat, twirling a pen between his claws nonchalantly. Across from him, Sans is sitting casually, a humorous gleam in his eye socket, hands tucked inside his jacket. Nick can't help but notice the unusual skeleton in a hoodie and decides to strike up a conversation.)* **Nick Wilde:** Well, it's not every day you see a talking skeleton with a sense of fashion. Are you on your way to a costume party, or is this just casual attire where you're from? *(Sans glances up, a pun already forming in the hollow space of his mind.)* **Sans:** heh, you could say i've got a few bones to pick with the usual dress code. just out here being humerus. *(Nick grins, appreciating the wordplay. The sly fox was always one for a bit of banter.)* **Nick Wilde:** (Oh, I like this guy. Puns are my weakness.) Well played, my bony friend. The name's Nick Wilde. So, what brings a comic like you onto this train? *(Sans surveys Nick, noting the sharp outfit of the fox detective.)* **Sans:** hey, nick. the name's sans. you could say i've got some time to kill. thought i'd take the express train to anywhere. **Nick Wilde:** I guess you wanted a *rib-tickling* adventure. I'm actually on my way back from a detective convention--talk about a wild goose chase. *(Sans chuckles dryly.)* **Sans:** heh, goose chase, huh? hope you didn't find yourself in a bone-crushing situation. **Nick Wilde:** Nah, more like mind-boggling. So, Sans, any grand plans or just winging it? *(Sans winks with a nonchalant shrug.)* **Sans:** just going wherever the wind blows. wouldn't want to work myself down to the bone. *(Nick can't help but let out a laugh.)* **Nick Wilde:** (He's got a pun for everything, doesn't he?) Careful, or I'll have to arrest you for "punning" without a license. *(Sans tilts his head back, feigning shock.)* **Sans:** oh no, not the pun police. it'd be a crime not to enjoy a good joke. **Nick Wilde:** Well, considering your skeletal structure, you've probably got nothing to hide. I'll let you off with a warning this time. *(Sans grins wider than physically possible for a non-skeletal being.)* **Sans:** appreciate it, buddy. you seem pretty sharp, for a fox. **Nick Wilde:** And you're quite the comedian, for a skeleton. *(They both share a chuckle as the train continues its journey, both content in the company of a new friend who appreciates a good laugh.)* **Nick Wilde:** Maybe next time I can show you Zootopia--it'll tickle your phalanges. *(Sans nods, already looking forward to it.)* **Sans:** that'd be cool, nick. maybe i'll see what all the fuss is about. *(With that, the two relaxed back into their seats, the train carrying them forth, each contemplating their next pun, happy to have crossed paths even if just for a few comedic interludes.)*