[Wasn't it a year? I believe that's what you said. ...I won't give up, I will find a way to allow us all to choose to go or stay. I promise.] The hand flutters, then comes to a rest on the back of Sans's jacket. As long as Sans keeps hinting, he'll keep promising. Reassuring. [I wonder. How long has it been since I had his spaghetti?]
He... genuinely doesn't know. How long since he vanished, all traces of even the accident erased?
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Date: 2017-02-26 04:33 am (UTC)He... genuinely doesn't know. How long since he vanished, all traces of even the accident erased?