[Hitting the ground had been kind of nice, really. It'd allowed him to catch his breath for a moment, and to pretend for a moment that he didn't have anywhere to be going. Part of him had just wanted to stay there, really - if things were going this south, it probably wouldn't last time, right? This is all feeling way too familiar, up to and including the way he can practically feel the time stream staggering around them.
He probably wouldn't have bothered even trying to get up if Toriel hadn't been there to witness it, and he definitely wouldn't have made it up nearly as quick if she wasn't there to literally haul him up by the waist. His gasping breaths are momentarily joked out by the motion. He's already starting to sweat, however that is even possible for a skeleton in the first place.]
Throw - throw me?
[His gut instinct is "no, that sounds bad" but he also doesn't have a ton of time to argue. The last thing he wants to do is cause a fuss when she has better things to be doing. She can obviously outrun him by a landslide, and the fact that the people they're running from are in some kind of air ship that seems more and more like it's coming straight for them...well. Sans has rapidly gotten to the point where he feels like he should just accept that the jig is up.
But he knows that someone like Toriel isn't going to just accept that from him. They never do. It's a real problem.]
Throw me wherever you want, Tori. [His words are still labored by him trying to catch his breath - even a relatively short sprint has taken a lot out of him.] Just don't waste more of your time on me than you gotta, okay?
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[Hitting the ground had been kind of nice, really. It'd allowed him to catch his breath for a moment, and to pretend for a moment that he didn't have anywhere to be going. Part of him had just wanted to stay there, really - if things were going this south, it probably wouldn't last time, right? This is all feeling way too familiar, up to and including the way he can practically feel the time stream staggering around them.
He probably wouldn't have bothered even trying to get up if Toriel hadn't been there to witness it, and he definitely wouldn't have made it up nearly as quick if she wasn't there to literally haul him up by the waist. His gasping breaths are momentarily joked out by the motion. He's already starting to sweat, however that is even possible for a skeleton in the first place.]
Throw - throw me?
[His gut instinct is "no, that sounds bad" but he also doesn't have a ton of time to argue. The last thing he wants to do is cause a fuss when she has better things to be doing. She can obviously outrun him by a landslide, and the fact that the people they're running from are in some kind of air ship that seems more and more like it's coming straight for them...well. Sans has rapidly gotten to the point where he feels like he should just accept that the jig is up.
But he knows that someone like Toriel isn't going to just accept that from him. They never do. It's a real problem.]
Throw me wherever you want, Tori. [His words are still labored by him trying to catch his breath - even a relatively short sprint has taken a lot out of him.] Just don't waste more of your time on me than you gotta, okay?