osteothropy: (pitiful cowards upon this sinful night)
Sans the Skeleton ([personal profile] osteothropy) wrote 2017-11-16 03:49 am (UTC)

[His spine goes cold, his soul twisting in his rib cage. He's still drowsy enough that he doubts that he first hears, but that layer of sleepy protection is peeling away quickly with potential panic.]

He... what?

[He jolts up from under the covers, his whole body tense and ready to move - except for the part where that hurts him, and a soft groan escapes from between his teeth.]

No... I... I told you, he...

[He's genuinely confused - not cagey, just caught off guard, like he doesn't understand.]

Where are you?

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