living skyward

This time, Sans-Serif finds himself drawn up short with surprise rather than a lack of balance. "w-what?" He stares down at the cat in some concern. "but...we were going to find food for you. and less dust!" After a moment's hesitation, he kneels down to pat the cat gently on the head. "you don't have to be scared. a lot of people here are nice! and we can run away from the one that isn't." Just like he promised Frisk.