[All right, or they could do that. The little pinpricks in Sans's eyesockets shrink for a moment in alarm as Bigby straight-up charges the rotfiend and creates a concave incident where there was once a chest cavity. Tough guy. He'd best not get on his bad side.
Oh boy. He eyes the area surrounding Bigby, trying to predict where he might end up. He sucks in a breath, shuts his eyes, and takes a quick shortcut. Skips through the patches of antispace like it's nothing. And then he's back.
Bigby will find Sans waiting for him on the other side, hands in pockets, nonchalant as ever but for the thick beads of sweat rolling down his brow.]
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Oh boy. He eyes the area surrounding Bigby, trying to predict where he might end up. He sucks in a breath, shuts his eyes, and takes a quick shortcut. Skips through the patches of antispace like it's nothing. And then he's back.
Bigby will find Sans waiting for him on the other side, hands in pockets, nonchalant as ever but for the thick beads of sweat rolling down his brow.]
No problem.