[ Just the sight of them makes something in his bones twist in a not entirely unfamiliar way. Can't place when he felt that before, but he decides that it doesn't matter, setting the bowl down by his side as he sits.
Right there, in arm's reach but no closer, that steaming bowl between them like a wall.
For a change, his first instinct to attempt to poorly lighten a dreadful atmosphere with a bad joke goes thoroughly ignored. ]
I know. I, uh. I had a brother.
[ Of course, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
But Sans doesn't. And he makes an effort, because he doesn't remember a lot of things. Like how he's the noose around their neck, the dealer who fed them bullets for the gun they used to try to end it all, them and their partner.
He doesn't know. But he does know loss. ]
Pretty sure your twin wouldn't like it if you starved to death, so just eat, ok?
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[ Just the sight of them makes something in his bones twist in a not entirely unfamiliar way. Can't place when he felt that before, but he decides that it doesn't matter, setting the bowl down by his side as he sits.
Right there, in arm's reach but no closer, that steaming bowl between them like a wall.
For a change, his first instinct to attempt to poorly lighten a dreadful atmosphere with a bad joke goes thoroughly ignored. ]
I know. I, uh. I had a brother.
[ Of course, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
But Sans doesn't. And he makes an effort, because he doesn't remember a lot of things. Like how he's the noose around their neck, the dealer who fed them bullets for the gun they used to try to end it all, them and their partner.
He doesn't know. But he does know loss. ]
Pretty sure your twin wouldn't like it if you starved to death, so just eat, ok?