S4 is...settling. Or so it seems to Sans. Or so Sans is desperately hoping. Mostly thanks to Gaster. Sans hadn't thought he could possibly be more grateful to have his older brother back, but S4's arrival had proven him rather staggeringly wrong, even if it had also revealed some rather staggeringly worrying things about Gaster.
It kind of helps that Sans has been kept remarkably busy because one thing Gaster is never short of is ideas. If they're ever going to find a way out of here, it's going to be because of him. He believes that. He has to believe that. In the meantime, he's always known how to work with the guy.
But one thing has piled on another and another, and Sans has responded by getting especially sleepy, even for Sans. The rain has helped. Rain wasn't really a thing, in Snowdin, but he's come to find it quite soothing here. And he claimed a room for himself early on, and it's to this room that he returns now, at a lazy shuffle accompanied by the faint rattle of bones.
He actually passes right by Frisk's chair before his wits catch up with him. He looked back at the kid, puzzled, and raises a hand in absentminded greeting before the rest of his senses catch up, too.
"frisk...?"
Something is...very definitely not right here. Sans' eyesockets go dark for a moment. He can't really *CHECK as easily as Frisk can, not outside of a fight, but he knows the feel of the kid's soul pretty well by now. Enough that the damage is obvious, to his mind.
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I'll go ahead and use this as a lead-in to Sans' next post.
Date: 2015-12-19 04:29 am (UTC)It kind of helps that Sans has been kept remarkably busy because one thing Gaster is never short of is ideas. If they're ever going to find a way out of here, it's going to be because of him. He believes that. He has to believe that. In the meantime, he's always known how to work with the guy.
But one thing has piled on another and another, and Sans has responded by getting especially sleepy, even for Sans. The rain has helped. Rain wasn't really a thing, in Snowdin, but he's come to find it quite soothing here. And he claimed a room for himself early on, and it's to this room that he returns now, at a lazy shuffle accompanied by the faint rattle of bones.
He actually passes right by Frisk's chair before his wits catch up with him. He looked back at the kid, puzzled, and raises a hand in absentminded greeting before the rest of his senses catch up, too.
"frisk...?"
Something is...very definitely not right here. Sans' eyesockets go dark for a moment. He can't really *CHECK as easily as Frisk can, not outside of a fight, but he knows the feel of the kid's soul pretty well by now. Enough that the damage is obvious, to his mind.
"...what happened?"