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Sans nodded, “Yeah it really is a bummer. Thalessa, huh? That’s a reely… Well… Lovely name. Reminds of Greek mythology for some reason.”

Well that sounded weird, good going sans. He thanked his lucky stars that skeletons couldn’t blush. What was with the forwardness? Lovely? Since when did he openly admit stuff like that? I mean, not that there really was any other word to capture it. He was probably just pleased with the swell pun. And it HAD been a while since he made a new, new friend. Yeah. That was it.

And then she did the thing.
Nobody had instinctively done the thing before.

He was rattled. He hated to admit it, but she had, so to speak, the upper hand on him in this situation. Considering how the encounter had started, that was even more surprising.

Sans steadied himself and ignored the aching in his ribs as he extended his hand. He hoped she couldn’t see it trembling.

Maybe… maybe since she had instigated it… maybe they would actually-

touch.

No.

The cold, invisible pane was as smooth and immovable as always against his palm. Sans had been stupid to think it would be any different. Not even Papyrus could… aw to hell with it. This was enough. It had to be.

He grinned up a Thalessa.

“Heh, guess I’m not the  touchy feely type.”

His compliment took her off guard, it also sparked a glimmer in her dark eyes. He knew of Greek Mythology? Not bad. Actually, it was kind of nice, not a lot of monsters seemed to take interest in it? Not that she knew of anyways, but regardless it was still neat to hear. Her expression softened and she chuckled quietly at his pun. “hey, thanks. not a lot of people have said that. you’re pretty spot on though as far about her origins at least. buuut -pacifically- speaking, thalassa was the primordial greek goddess of the sea, she also created ocean life I think." 

Thalessa paused, realizing that maybe that might’ve not been interesting to hear. Then again, why was she questioning that? She could be as uninteresting as she pleased, she wasn’t here to impress him. …Since, y’know, it was her house after all. Even though he was a pretty nice guy. Maybe she just needed to chill out.

Thalessa carefully watched his lightly quivering movements. Was there something wrong…? Maybe she shouldn’t have done that? 

“aw don’t sweat it.” She murmured, tilting her head slightly. “it was probably dumb of me to think something like that would remotely work even a little bit. y’know though, i’m actually starting to wonder if you’re made of sugar instead of ivory, heh.” Well THAT wasn’t forward at all. :’) The comment was meant to be playful though, even if only slightly genuine. “b-but uh hey, are you alright sans…?”

“Thalassa… hey that’s pretty neat. You’ve got a powerful namesake then, and I sea the resemblance. I’ll have to sea if I can pick up a new book on mythos… kinda miss reading it.”  

Sans saw Thalessa’s face fill with concern, and he took a deep steadying inhale and smiled bigger.

“Nah, that wasn’t dumb. Kinda caught me off guard a little. Most people I meet shatter the mirror before they even think of trying contact. So, thanks for that.”

Her worry also caught him off guard. He clunched his phalanges and softened his expression best he could. She really was a kind soul.

“Got me there. Guess it’s good we can’t touch cuz this sugar skull would definitely dissolve in a tall drink of water like you. An’ don’t worry about me. I probably haven’t had enough to eat. Makes me easier to rattle.”

Yeah. ‘Probably.’