[ Sans is a little different than the last time they saw each other. It's still the same track shorts, always the same, it's a miracle they don't have holes in them by now -- dingy socks disappearing into velcro-strapped sneaks with colorful LEDs in the (wheeled) soles, kid's sneakers, in galaxy print.
Same with his hoodie, sun-faded and zipped up. There's still that little chip in one supraorbital ridge, only really visible in direct sunlight like this, a memento of something worlds away. ]
[The nickname is familiar - she remembers it only from a child she met with some time ago - but not the voice that utter it. One pointed ear twitches in Sans' direction before Ammy turns her head and jumps with a bit of a start, the fur around her neck and back standing up a little. That, uh...that sure is a skeleton right there, and for a moment she thinks it may be a demon or spirit, but her conscience kicks in and tells her to remember. He used the nickname, he must know her.
Only after she's steeled her resolve does Ammy approach, taking in the sight of the skeleton, sniffing curiously at his clothes and pulling away with a wrinkle of her nose. Gods, and people say she reeks...son, have you washed those short since you got here?? The hooded tunic...cloak...thingy he has is lovely though - like the painted night's sky, and Ammy jerks her head down whenever his shoes light up, clearly distracted. How do they do that what the heck, is it some sort of fire? Like a lantern?]
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[ Sans is a little different than the last time they saw each other. It's still the same track shorts, always the same, it's a miracle they don't have holes in them by now -- dingy socks disappearing into velcro-strapped sneaks with colorful LEDs in the (wheeled) soles, kid's sneakers, in galaxy print.
Same with his hoodie, sun-faded and zipped up. There's still that little chip in one supraorbital ridge, only really visible in direct sunlight like this, a memento of something worlds away. ]
...That you?
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Only after she's steeled her resolve does Ammy approach, taking in the sight of the skeleton, sniffing curiously at his clothes and pulling away with a wrinkle of her nose. Gods, and people say she reeks...son, have you washed those short since you got here?? The hooded tunic...cloak...thingy he has is lovely though - like the painted night's sky, and Ammy jerks her head down whenever his shoes light up, clearly distracted. How do they do that what the heck, is it some sort of fire? Like a lantern?]