Pretty convenient, anyway. [The timing could have been better, if you ask him. Like maybe before anybody had a surprise unwanted surgery. But maybe the ghosts had to wait until the surgeons let down their guard, or... something.
The pause at the corner is baffling, but a good opportunity to hold still and try again to eat. Part of the granola bar is finally thin enough, and he carefully feeds it in through the gap, wincing at the sensation of it brushing his lips before using teeth and gravity to get it. It tastes wonderful, after days of sticky rice and water, and he savors the flavor for a moment.
But the pause goes on longer, seeming less and less like Sans dallying to give him a chance to eat something, and maybe more like... figuring out where to go? He grinds his teeth, the gratitude of escape and reunion not enough to heal frayed temper and fears from this last weeklike-time.] ...Sans, don't tell me we're lost already.
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The pause at the corner is baffling, but a good opportunity to hold still and try again to eat. Part of the granola bar is finally thin enough, and he carefully feeds it in through the gap, wincing at the sensation of it brushing his lips before using teeth and gravity to get it. It tastes wonderful, after days of sticky rice and water, and he savors the flavor for a moment.
But the pause goes on longer, seeming less and less like Sans dallying to give him a chance to eat something, and maybe more like... figuring out where to go? He grinds his teeth, the gratitude of escape and reunion not enough to heal frayed temper and fears from this last weeklike-time.] ...Sans, don't tell me we're lost already.