[ The dragon snarls. Ten feet or so of snow instantly turn into slush as the jet of flame rolls out of his mouth, but at least he's not pointing that at Sans. ]
I already know I fucked up.
[ So he doesn't need Sans being all ... empathetic, or whatever that was supposed to be. As a dragon, his voice is lower, with a rougher timbre, but still recognizably his own. He tends to have a hard time holding this form for longer than a few minutes at a time unless he's sufficiently motivated, and being angry as hell? Yeah, that's pretty motivating. ]
no subject
I already know I fucked up.
[ So he doesn't need Sans being all ... empathetic, or whatever that was supposed to be. As a dragon, his voice is lower, with a rougher timbre, but still recognizably his own. He tends to have a hard time holding this form for longer than a few minutes at a time unless he's sufficiently motivated, and being angry as hell? Yeah, that's pretty motivating. ]