[He's still chuckling as the scene continues and a big ol' battle starts. Awful lot of violence, another thing he's not great with, but the amusement carries through enough that at least he's not flinching every time someone (or a skeleton) dies.]
it'd be a shame if this is what people expect when they meet me for the first time. like, welp, i was expecting an angry undead guy in plastic armor, what's with this dumpy little weirdo? hee hee hee.
[He chuckles again at Clementine's comment.]
what do they call it, "rule of cool"? maybe you could manage with a smaller chainsaw. kid-sized.
[She seems like a pretty strong kid, after all.]
[And then--]
[He glances at Tim sidelong, not quite turning to him. That was, uh. A bit random, and a bit out of character. Sans could maybe see Tim admitting that sort of thing in private, but there's four of them here.]
[Maybe this is just honesty hour? He thinks about saying something, then thinks against it. Then abruptly decides that he should speak up, and there's a much too familiar sense of...urgency, need. It's not just that he should talk, he needs to.]
i've been happy... [He counts on his fingers.] four...no, five times this year. including now. and the two weirdest things about that is that i can say "this year" and have it mean anything, and that apparently, for once, i might be demonstrably the happiest guy in the room. unless clementine is.
[He pauses, looking up from his fingers back to the screen, expression somewhat blank now.]
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it'd be a shame if this is what people expect when they meet me for the first time. like, welp, i was expecting an angry undead guy in plastic armor, what's with this dumpy little weirdo? hee hee hee.
[He chuckles again at Clementine's comment.]
what do they call it, "rule of cool"? maybe you could manage with a smaller chainsaw. kid-sized.
[She seems like a pretty strong kid, after all.]
[And then--]
[He glances at Tim sidelong, not quite turning to him. That was, uh. A bit random, and a bit out of character. Sans could maybe see Tim admitting that sort of thing in private, but there's four of them here.]
[Maybe this is just honesty hour? He thinks about saying something, then thinks against it. Then abruptly decides that he should speak up, and there's a much too familiar sense of...urgency, need. It's not just that he should talk, he needs to.]
i've been happy... [He counts on his fingers.] four...no, five times this year. including now. and the two weirdest things about that is that i can say "this year" and have it mean anything, and that apparently, for once, i might be demonstrably the happiest guy in the room. unless clementine is.
[He pauses, looking up from his fingers back to the screen, expression somewhat blank now.]
...aw, shit.