... Yes? [How else would he chase it effectively? Or perhaps that was strange of him. It was cold, unpleasant, more than just his hands were scratched and chasing the damnable creature down before it reached Sans through the snow took effort but exhaustion was mental, as was pain.
But as always Takame was quick to fold to a kind fellow's suggestion.]
Ah, I suppose you're right... [Said walking into the house, the few steps past the door showing a noticeable limp and bruises clear on his hands in the light. Someone's been at this for a while.]
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But as always Takame was quick to fold to a kind fellow's suggestion.]
Ah, I suppose you're right... [Said walking into the house, the few steps past the door showing a noticeable limp and bruises clear on his hands in the light. Someone's been at this for a while.]