And that is some familiar body language, even before Lucas turns away. It's familiar from the mirror, and Sans realizes too late that he's just made a horrible mistake. He draws back in his seat, eyesockets flickering dark for a moment. He opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and closes it quickly enough to make his teeth click.
With Lucas turned safely away, Sans rests his head in his hands and thinks some very bad words at himself.
"'claus'. that's, uh...that's a nice name. hope he...hope he rests easy." Sans doesn't really know what to say beyond that. Human attitudes about death and burial have always confused and unsettled him.
Part of him wants to apologize. Part of him doubts that Lucas would want to hear apologies from someone who should have known better than to ask a question like that to begin with. He goes for it anyway, even if Sans can't quite manage to get his voice much above a mumble. "sorry." And then the silence just gets...heavy and awkward and especially bad, before Sans takes another stab at breaking it.
"so, uh...height. yeah." His voice is shaky and just a little too high. There is no good way to salvage this conversation, but Sans makes a valiant effort anyway. "i, uh, i don't think there's ever been a monster as tall as old leder. definitely not by my time. wouldn't work out that great, a monster being that tall when we're all underground. come to think of it, i think the tallest monster i ever knew is our king, asgore. he might have a little trouble standing up in here, what with the horns."
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It's both their faults, honestly.
Date: 2016-02-08 05:42 pm (UTC)With Lucas turned safely away, Sans rests his head in his hands and thinks some very bad words at himself.
"'claus'. that's, uh...that's a nice name. hope he...hope he rests easy." Sans doesn't really know what to say beyond that. Human attitudes about death and burial have always confused and unsettled him.
Part of him wants to apologize. Part of him doubts that Lucas would want to hear apologies from someone who should have known better than to ask a question like that to begin with. He goes for it anyway, even if Sans can't quite manage to get his voice much above a mumble. "sorry." And then the silence just gets...heavy and awkward and especially bad, before Sans takes another stab at breaking it.
"so, uh...height. yeah." His voice is shaky and just a little too high. There is no good way to salvage this conversation, but Sans makes a valiant effort anyway. "i, uh, i don't think there's ever been a monster as tall as old leder. definitely not by my time. wouldn't work out that great, a monster being that tall when we're all underground. come to think of it, i think the tallest monster i ever knew is our king, asgore. he might have a little trouble standing up in here, what with the horns."