He’s been here for a bit now, and to say the place wasn’t strange would be a lie. Up until now, Sans had lived on the surface with his brother comfortably. Sure, life up there had it’s ups and downs with humans learning to co-exist with monsters, and many of them all had varying stances on the idea of it. So, to arrive in a city that was not only, human dominated, but had a notable number of folk who were very clearly not human making do? It was surprising to say the least.
The cacophony of the city would take some getting used to. He and his brother did technically grow up in the sticks.
Right. His Brother. Everyone even. Sans’ brow creases a little. Sure he’d been plucked away from his home. He was handling that much better than expected. But the Idea of his brother being home alone. Everyone being back home. It led him to wonder if people would think he’d passed out somewhere unbeknownst to everyone. His Dear brother looking for him due to his work shirking. He blinks. And again. His ribcage expands as he takes a deep breath. This wasn’t exactly an ideal situation for him. All Sans could do for now was make his way around the city and figure what to do here.
Sluggishly, The Skeleton monster makes his way toward wherever his pink slippers take him, paying no heed to whoever stopped to gawk at him. It would take a Taller monster of his kind to get his attention right now.
@caerucor
