It's dark, and he likes it that way. It's dark and it's quiet and it's empty and he's tired, everyone's been yelling at him to sleep so why is someone trying to wake him up...?
It would be so easy to just sink and fall and not ever have to open his eyesockets again.
"hey. you're a dork. still love you a lot." "Well, you--well, so are you, so there. And I love you a lot, too."
But no one ever said being determined was easy.
He's already made Frisk too sad.
Still, it takes several attempts for Sans to open his eyesockets so that they stay open. On reflex, he reaches up to try and bat Frisk's hand away, but somehow winds up holding on to them instead. The other hand, he braces against the ground to at least try to push himself back up onto his knees. That takes a few attempts, too.
He can taste blood, and as soon as Sans is reasonably confident that he's not about to fall on his face again, he runs a hand over his mouth to make sure that none of its oozing out between his teeth. "frisk...?" The events of the last few minutes are still a disorganized whirl in his head. But he knows that something happened that he should feel guilty about, and he does. He knows that Frisk was in trouble because of him. "you okay...?"
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Date: 2016-03-18 01:42 pm (UTC)It would be so easy to just sink and fall and not ever have to open his eyesockets again.
"hey. you're a dork. still love you a lot."
"Well, you--well, so are you, so there. And I love you a lot, too."
But no one ever said being determined was easy.
He's already made Frisk too sad.
Still, it takes several attempts for Sans to open his eyesockets so that they stay open. On reflex, he reaches up to try and bat Frisk's hand away, but somehow winds up holding on to them instead. The other hand, he braces against the ground to at least try to push himself back up onto his knees. That takes a few attempts, too.
He can taste blood, and as soon as Sans is reasonably confident that he's not about to fall on his face again, he runs a hand over his mouth to make sure that none of its oozing out between his teeth. "frisk...?" The events of the last few minutes are still a disorganized whirl in his head. But he knows that something happened that he should feel guilty about, and he does. He knows that Frisk was in trouble because of him. "you okay...?"