[he looks away guiltily, skeletal fingers drumming lightly at the tabletop. papyrus worrying about him had been bad enough.]
* you wanted answers, right? * here's a primer.
[sans hasn't budged from his seat - and yet, there, on the tabletop, is a worn out notebook, frayed at the edges and something that's seen much better days.]
* just. * this aint somethin you can take back, kid. * and its the kinda thing that stays with you. * its okay if you change your mind.
[for once, he doesn't know what he wants frisk to decide. but it's there.
no subject
[he can feel frisk's disappointed gaze on him.]
* just.
* sorry.
[he looks away guiltily, skeletal fingers drumming lightly at the tabletop. papyrus worrying about him had been bad enough.]
* you wanted answers, right?
* here's a primer.
[sans hasn't budged from his seat - and yet, there, on the tabletop, is a worn out notebook, frayed at the edges and something that's seen much better days.]
* just.
* this aint somethin you can take back, kid.
* and its the kinda thing that stays with you.
* its okay if you change your mind.
[for once, he doesn't know what he wants frisk to decide. but it's there.
and it's up to them.]