Sans keeps snoring away even as Frisk marches up to him. He doesn't so much as twitch until he hears...
The creature half-opens its eyesockets and...then they fly open wide as it realizes just what it's looking at. There is a tiny human standing in front of its face. Close enough that it almost has to cross its eyelights to keep them properly in sight. How did they sneak up on it?
The monster half-rises into a crouch, its claws digging into the ground, moving far more quickly than something that size really has a right to. If it had ears, they would be plastered flat against its head. As it is, it just lets out a soft growl that's equal parts surprised and warning, before it takes a step back. Only then does it feel safe enough to bother trying to understand what had been said, only then does it take a second look and realize that this isn't just a human, this is...
"...Frisk?"
Did Frisk just...call him by name?
Then Sans looks up further, and sees Tauriel standing there. Half-asleep and half-lucid, it still doesn't take a quantum physicist to start putting pieces together. At the least, it's certainly easy enough to see that she does not look pleased. He seems to wilt a little from his previously wary stance, trying to look as nonthreatening and non-bestial as possible.
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Date: 2016-04-11 03:04 am (UTC)The creature half-opens its eyesockets and...then they fly open wide as it realizes just what it's looking at. There is a tiny human standing in front of its face. Close enough that it almost has to cross its eyelights to keep them properly in sight. How did they sneak up on it?
The monster half-rises into a crouch, its claws digging into the ground, moving far more quickly than something that size really has a right to. If it had ears, they would be plastered flat against its head. As it is, it just lets out a soft growl that's equal parts surprised and warning, before it takes a step back. Only then does it feel safe enough to bother trying to understand what had been said, only then does it take a second look and realize that this isn't just a human, this is...
"...Frisk?"
Did Frisk just...call him by name?
Then Sans looks up further, and sees Tauriel standing there. Half-asleep and half-lucid, it still doesn't take a quantum physicist to start putting pieces together. At the least, it's certainly easy enough to see that she does not look pleased. He seems to wilt a little from his previously wary stance, trying to look as nonthreatening and non-bestial as possible.