[Ah...ha. Yeah, alright, more to him than meets the eye, someone might say. The sweat's cresting near one of his temples again, both in anticipation for the incipient conflict and at his new acquaintance's...changes, but Sans manages a little chuckle.]
Hey, don't worry about it. I don't have lungs.
[He starts edging back. He knows an incoming fight when he sees one.]
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Hey, don't worry about it. I don't have lungs.
[He starts edging back. He knows an incoming fight when he sees one.]