"doesn't matter." His fingers clench tight in the fabric of her skirt, clinging on fiercely as though the shadows mean to snatch him away. Just this once, Sans means it as a statement of fact rather than of despair. After all: "i always wind up in the same place. so...s-so don't take directions from me. i always lead us wrong." He always winds up right in front of her.
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Date: 2016-03-24 03:05 am (UTC)