[Sans remembers the moment the hawk clawed up his arm. It should have killed him. In his normal body, he'd be dead. He'd felt something then--something cold and bitter--but it doesn't matter now. He's not in his normal body. Not worth worrying about. A human body can be fixed. He puts his hand back.]
I figured you'd get mad if I freaked out and got blood over even more of your house. [Not that it's exactly Margaret's house, but she still has to live here and blood seems like it would be a hassle to get out of carpet.] Sew it closed, huh?
[Sans doesn't sound disbelieving, just thoughtful. You can sew human skin closed?]
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I figured you'd get mad if I freaked out and got blood over even more of your house. [Not that it's exactly Margaret's house, but she still has to live here and blood seems like it would be a hassle to get out of carpet.] Sew it closed, huh?
[Sans doesn't sound disbelieving, just thoughtful. You can sew human skin closed?]