"AN EXCELLENT QUESTION." Any mirth in it is hollow. He spreads his hands in a shrug, still facing elsewhere. "WHO KNOWS."
There's give in the violet magic, enough to move from one line of magic to the next. Enough to break through it? Maybe. Probably not.
"I HAVE MY HYPOTHESES, BUT I THINK, I... UGH." The feeling of emptiness at the pit of his being spikes as he brings a hand up to what would be his chest and shakes his head once to clear it of the sudden stab of lightheadedness.
What he's doing is wasting time and magic, keeping the purple magic active and a stable form without doing anything with them. He glances back over to Sans once the sensation passes, or more accurately fades back into a constant reminder at the back of his mind. His smile's too sharp, too wide. "WELL. I WOULD REALLY RATHER NOT... LOSE MYSELF ENTIRELY."
That's all the warning he gives before the shifting bottom edge of what was supposed to be his coat grows and spreads and forms itself into a flurry of the whiplike tendrils from earlier before lashing out at Sans. Move.
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There's give in the violet magic, enough to move from one line of magic to the next. Enough to break through it? Maybe. Probably not.
"I HAVE MY HYPOTHESES, BUT I THINK, I... UGH." The feeling of emptiness at the pit of his being spikes as he brings a hand up to what would be his chest and shakes his head once to clear it of the sudden stab of lightheadedness.
What he's doing is wasting time and magic, keeping the purple magic active and a stable form without doing anything with them. He glances back over to Sans once the sensation passes, or more accurately fades back into a constant reminder at the back of his mind. His smile's too sharp, too wide. "WELL. I WOULD REALLY RATHER NOT... LOSE MYSELF ENTIRELY."
That's all the warning he gives before the shifting bottom edge of what was supposed to be his coat grows and spreads and forms itself into a flurry of the whiplike tendrils from earlier before lashing out at Sans. Move.