Something in Sans' mind seems to flutter, like light threatening to escape, before something much darker smothers it. Sans shakes his head.
It's hard not to think of Papyrus when Sans takes the man's hand. The sensation of carpals against carpals is something Sans only ever knew with his brother up to now (except for the small, niggling part of him that finds all of this, even the emptiness at the center of the doctor's palm, familiar).
He's never met another skeleton until now.
Right?]
It's nice to meetcha, doc. [The nickname comes too naturally, familiar against his teeth. Strange.] Uh, sorry if I'm acting weird. It's just I've never met another monster that looks like us before.
[He forgets to specify the Papyrus half of "us." Something in his mind tells him he didn't need to bother.]
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Something in Sans' mind seems to flutter, like light threatening to escape, before something much darker smothers it. Sans shakes his head.
It's hard not to think of Papyrus when Sans takes the man's hand. The sensation of carpals against carpals is something Sans only ever knew with his brother up to now (except for the small, niggling part of him that finds all of this, even the emptiness at the center of the doctor's palm, familiar).
He's never met another skeleton until now.
Right?]
It's nice to meetcha, doc. [The nickname comes too naturally, familiar against his teeth. Strange.] Uh, sorry if I'm acting weird. It's just I've never met another monster that looks like us before.
[He forgets to specify the Papyrus half of "us." Something in his mind tells him he didn't need to bother.]