@92hp / sans.
* now my brother...
he smiles like he always does. but even when he grins he can’t help but feel as if something is wrong, as if something had happened here that he can’t recall but only feel in his gut - if he had one. the feeling is fleeting and his words fade as something pulls him into looking the human deep in the eye and wonder if they had met at another time... nah.
* he’s a human hunting fanatic.









