Frisk sees him first, and they stop, and they...don't quite start crying, but their throat and heart and knees lock up.
Sans gets to them under the shadows of birch trees.
They hold their arms up, but stare at the knife instead of dragging him against their chest (or them against his), hating the suspicion that rakes claws up their spine. Someone with a friend's face just betrayed them, after all, and they can't toss away the SOUL-shaking question: is he theirs?
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Date: 2017-06-16 08:18 am (UTC)Sans gets to them under the shadows of birch trees.
They hold their arms up, but stare at the knife instead of dragging him against their chest (or them against his), hating the suspicion that rakes claws up their spine. Someone with a friend's face just betrayed them, after all, and they can't toss away the SOUL-shaking question: is he theirs?