You sure? I tell a mean bedtime story. I mean mean like heart-warming tales of the adventures of fluffy woodland creatures.
[ This is shot back in parting, a quiet joke as he flexes his phalanges, shuffling off toward the balcony. It isn't the sort of thing he expects to get an answer. He gets it, Rin, he'll leave you be.
There's, uh, a sky full of stars to get back to, a skull full of thoughts to sort out, and--
My, what a lovely day outside...
Sans doesn't turn his head back but thinks he might have tried to ask if she'd said something, alone on the balcony, but all he sees is a table full of schoolwork. Can't--can't exactly tell if what he sees is tears swimming in the kid's eyes (no, her eyes, his, he's never had them but of course she always has) or just fatigue (or illness?).
He has never had muscle, or nerves, nor has he had the HP to really endure pain like that for... for a long while anyway. And he's out of practice or unprepared (or just young, young and determined to be so much more than her years). Her duty and her resentment, both large, heavy words and burdens for a kid so young to carry, just like that thing being put into her arm.
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[ This is shot back in parting, a quiet joke as he flexes his phalanges, shuffling off toward the balcony. It isn't the sort of thing he expects to get an answer. He gets it, Rin, he'll leave you be.
There's, uh, a sky full of stars to get back to, a skull full of thoughts to sort out, and--
My, what a lovely day outside...
Sans doesn't turn his head back but thinks he might have tried to ask if she'd said something, alone on the balcony, but all he sees is a table full of schoolwork. Can't--can't exactly tell if what he sees is tears swimming in the kid's eyes (no, her eyes, his, he's never had them but of course she always has) or just fatigue (or illness?).
He has never had muscle, or nerves, nor has he had the HP to really endure pain like that for... for a long while anyway. And he's out of practice or unprepared (or just young, young and determined to be so much more than her years). Her duty and her resentment, both large, heavy words and burdens for a kid so young to carry, just like that thing being put into her arm.
Too much.
(Like the future of monsters and humans.)
Too much responsibility for a child that lonely.
Yeah, he doesn't blame her for crying. ]