[He grins back, but it's somewhat uneasy - yeah, he's not liking his chances if it comes down to any sort of conflict, not like this. He knows that his magic is worth a lot more than the party tricks he uses it for these days, but without it...what has he got, really? Just about nothing. He's quick in small doses, but the small doses is the key factor here.
Not to mention, running in slippers is a real pain in the pelvis.]
Not...Not so sure about that, Tori.
[But isn't she just ever the optimist? As far as Sans is concerned, he's following after her at the best pace he can manage - which is keeping up adequately for the first spurt and then...falling rapidly...behind...
He loses his first slipper early on.]
Ah, geez.
[He tries to compensate, but he's already losing stamina and they aren't even half way to what he assumes is the hiding spot in question. Then the ground starts seeming kind of genuinely snowy, and he trips on his remaining slipper and lands on his face.
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Not to mention, running in slippers is a real pain in the pelvis.]
Not...Not so sure about that, Tori.
[But isn't she just ever the optimist? As far as Sans is concerned, he's following after her at the best pace he can manage - which is keeping up adequately for the first spurt and then...falling rapidly...behind...
He loses his first slipper early on.]
Ah, geez.
[He tries to compensate, but he's already losing stamina and they aren't even half way to what he assumes is the hiding spot in question. Then the ground starts seeming kind of genuinely snowy, and he trips on his remaining slipper and lands on his face.
Nice.]