#sansations

animarisoluta answered:

“….What are you screeching on about?” Sans exhaled, leaning back in his chair. He was amazed, some days, that he’d stayed here this long. But… he had, for one reason, or another. In an odd way, settled, or tried to. Tried to get over that anger, that… that noise, inside of him. He still had his days, where he’d lose it, fall back into that, but he was much… calmer. Trying to be. Setting his pencil down for the research he was doing, his brow rose a bit. “I have no idea what you mean, Com.”

*Serif! I swear that if you have been spreading shit.. He just stopped talking; Gritting his teeth in annoyance. He was getting sick of the anons and how persistent they were with this constant barrage of ‘Do you like him?’ ‘You two should do such and such!’ bullshit. He just wanted to know what had been spreading about these past few days for such a thing to happen. He huffed, getting more irritated by the minute as his other completely denies the fact that he knows nothing. Sans just didn’t believe it in the slightest. Who else would cause such a mess but him?