[Sans reminds himself one more time that Margaret is his best option. It's not that he doesn't trust her, it's--okay, it's kind of that, but not because of anything she's done. Honestly, with the way she reacted to his attitude at the dinner party, Sans rates her as one of the more trustworthy people here. But trusting anyone he doesn't know, it's--Difficult.
Sans raises his hand, pulling back his sleeve at the same time. It's obvious even as he's doing that that the hawk tore through the shirt, which wasn't exactly meant to stave off bird talons, leaving some fabric caught in the wounds. the worst wounds are where the center talon and the back talon struck, leaving two red gashes on his forearm. The two on the outside look worse than they really are with the blood; they'll heal on their own as long as they're cleaned up. No bone is visible, but the two largest ones are going to need stitches.
For all Sans has been put together, for all he remains put together, there's a change in his expression when he looks at the wound. Unease and uncertainty. He has no idea what he's looking at, in terms of how much damage has been done.]
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Sans raises his hand, pulling back his sleeve at the same time. It's obvious even as he's doing that that the hawk tore through the shirt, which wasn't exactly meant to stave off bird talons, leaving some fabric caught in the wounds. the worst wounds are where the center talon and the back talon struck, leaving two red gashes on his forearm. The two on the outside look worse than they really are with the blood; they'll heal on their own as long as they're cleaned up. No bone is visible, but the two largest ones are going to need stitches.
For all Sans has been put together, for all he remains put together, there's a change in his expression when he looks at the wound. Unease and uncertainty. He has no idea what he's looking at, in terms of how much damage has been done.]