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Maybe it was just poor luck, but James found himself trapped deep underground surrounded by monsters that seemed to want to do him or his daughter home. Escaping the ruins had been a challenge in itself... but the snowy land he now found himself in was much worse.

Carrying his child on his back the blond had to neatly avoid or traverse dangerous traps, his body screamed for rest... but there was just nowhere safe to hunker down. Currently he was making his way cautiously through a trap of heavy swinging spikes, one wrong step and he could easily be impaled. But there was a pattern.

A pattern which he very neatly followed, finally reaching the other side with a heavy sigh of relief. “Are you tired Daddy? Should I carry you?” Hannah asked from over his shoulder, prompting a soft chuckle from her father. “N-No I’m fine... lets keep going okay?”

          “Ey, yo Paps wait up!” Sans rushed over to his brother with a bit of a breath as his tail was wagging a little, holding up a paper bag for his brother. “Here, ya can’t go ta trainin’ wit’out some food.” Of course the food was of Papyrus own brew, but he knew just how jam packed with nutrients it was. 

      Hound stopped for a moment. Was that---did Papyrus just compliment him? His soul actually pulsed brighter for a moment because of the happiness he felt from the other’s kindness. 

     Sure it was like a back handed compliment, but the smaller was taking it at face value. 

         send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s… || accepting

          nervous habits

                    purl gets very fidgety when they’re nervous- in fact, one of the easiest ways to tell when they’re lying is the fact that they just. can’t. sit. still. they shuffle their feet around, kick the ground, sway from side to side and utterly refuse to make eye contact. they wear their discomfort so openly it’s almost painful. 

                    one of their biggest tells is the fact that they constantly tug on the bottom of their sweater when they feel antsy. as a result, the yarn has become looser towards the end of the garment, with several holes they tend to loop their fingers through and a number of stray strings. they don’t want to ruin their sweater- after all, it holds great sentimental value to them- but they can’t help but mess with it; they don’t do it consciously.

          sadness

                    purl isn’t one to try and express their sadness openly- after all, they don’t want to be seen as a burden or cause anyone to worry about them. the easiest way to tell when they’re upset is just how… quiet they tend to get. as if by keeping their mouth shut, it’ll be easier for them to stay below the radar- and below the notice of others. if questioned about it, they’ll try to act as perky and “ normal “ as possible, but there’s something so distinctly artificial and forced about it that it’s pretty easy to tell something is wrong.