[It takes Sans a moment to register the comment as a reference to his death, not his appearance. The realization is enough to jar him into silence for a few beats.
Every time he thinks he's gotten comfortable with the idea that people remember here, unease comes back to smack him in the skull.]
Eh, it's... alright? All ten carpels, all ten tarsals. [His mind drifts back to the blueprints. Why did he bring them with him, again? They didn't make any more sense at the top of a tree than they did in his room.] Some new defects, but I guess that's supposed to be normal.
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Every time he thinks he's gotten comfortable with the idea that people remember here, unease comes back to smack him in the skull.]
Eh, it's... alright? All ten carpels, all ten tarsals. [His mind drifts back to the blueprints. Why did he bring them with him, again? They didn't make any more sense at the top of a tree than they did in his room.] Some new defects, but I guess that's supposed to be normal.