[...And so, the answer to everything still remains the same: monsters are weird.
Frisk can't really bring themself to relax fully. Softer and quieter; wanting them to be okay, but things like to linger. It's almost sad, to think that this is the part of him they've missed seeing for so long. They were never really friends after all, were they?
But he said he wants to try. He does that; doesn't make a very good job of it. It's the opposite problem than Frisk has, they think, even if it seems to constantly lead to the same result. They both mess up.]
Okay. [They agree externally. No more talking about it- in fact, don't think about this anymore, Sans.
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Frisk can't really bring themself to relax fully. Softer and quieter; wanting them to be okay, but things like to linger. It's almost sad, to think that this is the part of him they've missed seeing for so long. They were never really friends after all, were they?
But he said he wants to try. He does that; doesn't make a very good job of it. It's the opposite problem than Frisk has, they think, even if it seems to constantly lead to the same result. They both mess up.]
Okay. [They agree externally. No more talking about it- in fact, don't think about this anymore, Sans.
They'll sort it out on their own from here.]