[Sans doesn't swim up from the depths of the vision so much as he bursts through the surface tension desperate and panicking. In his vision, someone's head had been blown off in front of him, left him sticky with blood, and he couldn't move. But now he can, and Sans has never been one to freeze. He sees someone coming toward him and all he registers is human shape, shoulder-length hair and he bolts, twisting backward with surprising athleticism, flinging his left arm out like he's trying to push Kalmiya away from a distance.
Of course nothing happens. His magic is gone. And Kalmiya is too tall to be an anomaly in the body of a human child. And she's talking to him. The anomaly never said anything.
Sans doesn't know what to do with his face. It's oddly blank, for all he remains wire tense. Then he puts his smile back, and hopes it doesn't look too shaky with all these extra human muscles to worry about.] Hey. I'm fine. Fireworks are kind of loud, huh?
4; cw: mentions of blood, death, general freaking out
Of course nothing happens. His magic is gone. And Kalmiya is too tall to be an anomaly in the body of a human child. And she's talking to him. The anomaly never said anything.
Sans doesn't know what to do with his face. It's oddly blank, for all he remains wire tense. Then he puts his smile back, and hopes it doesn't look too shaky with all these extra human muscles to worry about.] Hey. I'm fine. Fireworks are kind of loud, huh?