Oh good she was chill about it. Sans pushed the hat back up, grinning apologetically.
“Heheh, sorry bout that… and sorry bout the chum comment too. I was trying for a pun on “pal” but kinda forgot… well it was a dumb choice.”He grimaced at the memory of Undyne’s “lecture” on the topic. He was just 0 for 0 today on terms of appropriateness.
“Yeah, I used to be a lot more lax about body stuff- I’m a skeleton, y’know, so never really cared about or understood what the big deal with bare “skin” was- but I got lectured pretty hard a couple times so now when I catch myself forgetting it rattles my bones a bit. So it’s nothin on you: it’s you’re body an’ you deserve to be comfortable.”
He thought about how to answer her question.
“Yes and no? I guess it’s more like a pocket dimension, not it’s own universe. Like a one man limbo without the luau.”
He straightened up and flashed an even bigger smile than the usual fleshless grin.
“Name’s Sans, by the way. Sans the skeleton. I’d shake your hand but my limbo bar’s in the way and I just can’t go that low without snapping my back.”
…OH, damn, now she was a little embarrassed. How could THAT pun have flied over her head?? She must’ve been more tired than she previously thought… “don’t worry about it, it’s all good dude. kinda surprised i didn’t catch on, but uh.. it’s not a big deal.” She reassured with a slight smile. Boy, this guy was pretty hard on himself it seemed…
Lectured, huh? She could only wonder how that happened, but she wouldn’t ask. It wasn’t her business, plus it she always thought the memory of lectures was a sour one. “nice of you to be considerate at least, but don’t worry, you’re safe here when it comes to that dude.” He certainly didn’t seem creepy at all, which was nice, it made Thalessa relax a lot.
“huh! i think i understand what you’re getting at.” Now that one she hadn’t heard before! It was interesting though! So technically she was talking to someone from another dimension- a pocket dimension. It was still a little confusing, but cool none the less. “that’s actually pretty neat! bummer we can’t shake hands though, but at least we can talk to each other?” Thalessa paused, realizing that probably sounded weird? “i mean, you seem like a cool guy with a good sense of humor, i can appreciate that. name’s Thalessa, though. -swell- to meet ya, Sans.”
As a way to maybe attempt at a sort of handshake, the fish rested her palm on the mirror’s surface, wondering if he understood her gesture.
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.”
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