Frisk forces a smile anyway, small and brief, before dropping their gaze to their feet again. The pounding makes them tense up, but they just as quickly realize it's not a threat and relax again. Whatever Sans says, getting attacked by him is the least of their worries. They don't think it'll happen; if it did, they'd handle it.
"She was?" Toriel hasn't left. They would have known. Except that they didn't know anything had happened to Sans either.
Well, she's safe now, anyway. Sans is not. "Are you still in New York?" New York, Americana, he said. It doesn't mean anything to them now, but they'll remember it. They can find out later. Maybe Toriel will know something.
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Frisk forces a smile anyway, small and brief, before dropping their gaze to their feet again. The pounding makes them tense up, but they just as quickly realize it's not a threat and relax again. Whatever Sans says, getting attacked by him is the least of their worries. They don't think it'll happen; if it did, they'd handle it.
"She was?" Toriel hasn't left. They would have known. Except that they didn't know anything had happened to Sans either.
Well, she's safe now, anyway. Sans is not. "Are you still in New York?" New York, Americana, he said. It doesn't mean anything to them now, but they'll remember it. They can find out later. Maybe Toriel will know something.