Scant seconds before their hands and make contact, time slows for a moment. Sans slides through the air like oil through water. He reappears safely out of reach again, untouched. "nope." Instead, the child will find themselves faced with a blaster that fires a beam as big as their body and bright as the sun at them. For all the flash, it still only does another point.
He knows that now is the point where he should start in on his usual speech. In fact, he's probably overdue. But somehow, when he reaches for the words, they slide away from him as deftly as he does away from the human. That's...strange. And wrong. And annoying. But Sans supposes he still has more important things to worry about.
"come on. if you're that desperate for a do-over, you could at least do me the favor of quitting, instead of making me do your job for you."
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:14 am (UTC)He knows that now is the point where he should start in on his usual speech. In fact, he's probably overdue. But somehow, when he reaches for the words, they slide away from him as deftly as he does away from the human. That's...strange. And wrong. And annoying. But Sans supposes he still has more important things to worry about.
"come on. if you're that desperate for a do-over, you could at least do me the favor of quitting, instead of making me do your job for you."