[The voice reverberates through his bones, and Sans feels almost as if it's that alone causing them to rattle quietly under his uniform. It's so familiar, teasing at the edges of his mind and threatening to unlock something deeper than Sans would ever dare press outside of a dream.
That's what it feels like, Sans realizes distantly. A dream.]
I'm sorry. [Sans says reflexively, trying to strike a more casual pose and failing miserably.] Do I know you?
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That's what it feels like, Sans realizes distantly. A dream.]
I'm sorry. [Sans says reflexively, trying to strike a more casual pose and failing miserably.] Do I know you?