Rude and uncomfortable and dangerous, and Sans shakes his head to try and get them to stop doing that. Then he takes another few steps back for good measure, trying to hold his head out of Frisk's reach, even if that puts him more firmly in Tauriel's line of sight.
Tauriel is mad, and Frisk is mad, and Sans feels about three inches tall and he doesn't know why, at first, until it sinks in that Frisk hasn't just guessed that he's a Sans, they've figured out that he's their Sans. And it only takes another look at Tauriel's face to figure out how.
Fear he could understand, confusion, questions, but...why are they angry?
"Sorry," he says, and he sounds it, but he also sounds confused, lost. He lifts a shoulder in a close approximation to a shrug. "Hard to explain." Barely possible to explain when he can string a full sentence together, let alone now.
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Date: 2016-04-11 03:43 am (UTC)Tauriel is mad, and Frisk is mad, and Sans feels about three inches tall and he doesn't know why, at first, until it sinks in that Frisk hasn't just guessed that he's a Sans, they've figured out that he's their Sans. And it only takes another look at Tauriel's face to figure out how.
Fear he could understand, confusion, questions, but...why are they angry?
"Sorry," he says, and he sounds it, but he also sounds confused, lost. He lifts a shoulder in a close approximation to a shrug. "Hard to explain." Barely possible to explain when he can string a full sentence together, let alone now.