"...I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WOULD DO THIS TO YOURSELF."
A shoulder, a leg.
* ______ draws nearer.
A reprieve. No attacks forthcoming, for the time being. ...It isn't as if Sans is going anywhere.
It would have been better if it were quick. Taking the time to talk had been a mistake. Drawing things out only drains him. Doing it slowly, like this, bit by bit, where he is keenly aware of the process involved in chipping away at someone's HP frays at something he would really rather not examine at the moment.
Gaster stares blankly down at Sans. Why. Of all things, and of all times, why.
"EVEN IF YOU CANNOT STAND THEM. I HAVE NO DOUBT. THAT YOU WOULD TRY TO TOSS A FEMUR IN IF YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY."
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Date: 2016-10-28 08:57 am (UTC)A shoulder, a leg.
* ______ draws nearer.
A reprieve. No attacks forthcoming, for the time being. ...It isn't as if Sans is going anywhere.
It would have been better if it were quick. Taking the time to talk had been a mistake. Drawing things out only drains him. Doing it slowly, like this, bit by bit, where he is keenly aware of the process involved in chipping away at someone's HP frays at something he would really rather not examine at the moment.
Gaster stares blankly down at Sans. Why. Of all things, and of all times, why.
"EVEN IF YOU CANNOT STAND THEM. I HAVE NO DOUBT. THAT YOU WOULD TRY TO TOSS A FEMUR IN IF YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY."