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[It's a really great thing he didn't ask them to promise. They're certain that the longer they stay as they are, the more red their cheeks will be. Their eyes. Their nose will get all snuffly. As it is, they don't even get a chance to prepare for the jump; turning round has them so shaky their foot just- slips, and down they go.

Hitting the floor before momentum has them running straight into the shelf opposite, suddenness stealing away any semblance of fear with the shock. Shoving their face into their sleeve, Frisk blindly throws Sans a thumbs up.

All good, absolutely fine.]

Thanks. [They muffle out. Knee aches, but that could've been a lot worse.