Frisk nods their quiet thanks to Serif, so they don't need to touch him, just in case he's having a nightmare or something like that.
They think Sans should be sleeping after all of this, but at least they know he'll hear them. It can wait a few minutes more.
They slump enough they nearly slide off the edge onto the floor. Their voice is ragged, clipped. "Chara's gone. Not dead gone. Locked up. Tauriel. She got them. So. Don't gotta be scared now."
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Date: 2016-06-05 06:49 pm (UTC)They think Sans should be sleeping after all of this, but at least they know he'll hear them. It can wait a few minutes more.
They slump enough they nearly slide off the edge onto the floor. Their voice is ragged, clipped. "Chara's gone. Not dead gone. Locked up. Tauriel. She got them. So. Don't gotta be scared now."