[Whaddya know? There's a familiar clack clack of bony feet right behind her, even before she's finished her sentence. Weird.]
Hey, Tori. [His voice, however, is less familiar. There's a softness to it -- one that, by Sans' memory, she would only have cause to hear while he made that fateful promise so long ago.] Lemme help you with that.
[He plopped down beside her, filing in whatever small sliver of walkable space is left in the narrow hall.]
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Hey, Tori. [His voice, however, is less familiar. There's a softness to it -- one that, by Sans' memory, she would only have cause to hear while he made that fateful promise so long ago.] Lemme help you with that.
[He plopped down beside her, filing in whatever small sliver of walkable space is left in the narrow hall.]
There. Now nobody's getting through.