They're slave-drivers. Couple'a weeks ago? Rewiring a fence after some giant lizard plowed into it. Got me workin' my fingers to the bone here.
[ Someone suggests they keep moving, so Sans starts shuffling to keep pace -- if barely.
She takes his bad joke in stride. That's nice. Anyone who doesn't kick up a fuss over a bad joke wins points in his book.
There's also the fact that there's magic here, he can feel it, a kind of vastness that defies description, and her appearance, those things make her less human to him and more, well... more monster. More like him and his kind.
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They're slave-drivers. Couple'a weeks ago? Rewiring a fence after some giant lizard plowed into it. Got me workin' my fingers to the bone here.
[ Someone suggests they keep moving, so Sans starts shuffling to keep pace -- if barely.
She takes his bad joke in stride. That's nice. Anyone who doesn't kick up a fuss over a bad joke wins points in his book.
There's also the fact that there's magic here, he can feel it, a kind of vastness that defies description, and her appearance, those things make her less human to him and more, well... more monster. More like him and his kind.
He asides to Jade: ]
The name's Sans, by the way.