Slowly, they take a step in his direction. Its footstep is loud, and somehow it crunches and squishes at the same time.
Her expression shifts, but to what? Even she can't be sure--she never is--but the sound of drake, if nothing else, stands out as a word. An important one.
There's no voice to call out to her son this time, but all their eyes are on Sans.
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Date: 2016-03-27 03:54 am (UTC)Her expression shifts, but to what? Even she can't be sure--she never is--but the sound of drake, if nothing else, stands out as a word. An important one.
There's no voice to call out to her son this time, but all their eyes are on Sans.