#whatisdetermination

Doing his best (and failing) to ignore that paranoid voice whispering to him, he approached his kid, expression a constantly-shifting mixture of concern, the slightest bit of anger... and fear.

...So much for trying to sneak into and out of this timeline without running into any of the natives.

Still... It could have been far worse since this definitely wasn’t his former kid. They were a touch darker-skinned with brown hair rather than the auburn that Mocha had. Though, the most striking difference had to be the height. Mocha had over half a foot on him, but this one... they seemed to match Glitchy’s height exactly.

To say he was a bit confused about this would be an understatement.

Continued from here

“KAIROS! OR, WELL, UNCLE KAIROS, IF YOU WANT TO CALL ME THAT!” He hadn’t been called an uncle before, but he certainly liked the title, especially from this particular human!

That said, he crouched down, easily balancing on the balls of his feet as he sank to the human’s level. His experiences with his brother taught him that shorter people tended to like it when you weren’t looming over them constantly.

Oh dear, he wasn’t expecting this. Gently, he reaches out a hand to grab onto their wrist and lower their hand. “First of all, it’s “damn well”. Gives it a bigger kick if you actually curse and, well, I definitely won’t mind.”

* that’s… not a nice thing to do?

Guess who’s not a nice guy?

* aw gee, kid. * the credits aren't necessary but they sure are appreciated.

* Strawberry milkshakes?

     ｢❤」”P-Papyrus… no…”

      ＊ Latte approached Sans, their mind racing as they looked at the dust-laden scarf. This wasn’t happening… this couldn’t be happening…

     “Who did this…?”

“yeah.” Sans affirmed. “...papyrus.” He set the bundle down on the table. He never knew what to do with it. Where to spread his brother’s ashes. What thing his brother loved most. So he procrastinated... even with Papyrus’ Last Rites....