[Before he opens the door, Sokka spares one last glance to make sure Sans is in position and — sighs. He wishes he could be surprised to see that Sans looks the opposite of prepared to contribute to whatever is about to happen, but he isn't. A lot of the adults that Sokka has encountered throughout his travels are kind of like this — unreliable, in some form or fashion. At least Sans isn't willfully ignorant, like a certain Earth King. Or trying to kill him. He'll take what he can get.
Sokka turns back to the door and — opens it. Or tries to. It's locked, which isn't unexpected, but the style of doorknob is a little unfamiliar to Sokka. He figures out how to unlock it pretty quickly, but those first few seconds of fumbling around are a little anticlimactic.
He gets it unlocked, and then springs into action, throwing open the door and running outside with his boomerang poised for an attack. The first thing he does is brace himself for a fight. Only after he sees, and accepts, that no one is going to attack him does he actually take in his surroundings.]
Uh — [There sure is absolutely nothing familiar about this community.] It's safe to come out. [In case Sans needs the encouragement. It's safe for the moment; Sokka doubts that this place is safe in general, but he's a pessimist.] Where are we?
[He was prepared to be in a strange location, but these roads, these houses, this weird-looking — tank? — go beyond what he imagined he'd see out here.
Sokka keeps his boomerang raised, but at this point, it's less about being ready to fight and more about it being the only thing in this place that feels familiar.]
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Sokka turns back to the door and — opens it. Or tries to. It's locked, which isn't unexpected, but the style of doorknob is a little unfamiliar to Sokka. He figures out how to unlock it pretty quickly, but those first few seconds of fumbling around are a little anticlimactic.
He gets it unlocked, and then springs into action, throwing open the door and running outside with his boomerang poised for an attack. The first thing he does is brace himself for a fight. Only after he sees, and accepts, that no one is going to attack him does he actually take in his surroundings.]
Uh — [There sure is absolutely nothing familiar about this community.] It's safe to come out. [In case Sans needs the encouragement. It's safe for the moment; Sokka doubts that this place is safe in general, but he's a pessimist.] Where are we?
[He was prepared to be in a strange location, but these roads, these houses, this weird-looking — tank? — go beyond what he imagined he'd see out here.
Sokka keeps his boomerang raised, but at this point, it's less about being ready to fight and more about it being the only thing in this place that feels familiar.]