[Shit. Sans is suddenly, alarmingly aware of something: it would not be a good look for Sans at all if those two touched those things. The fastest option would be to put them away, but, as always when Sans has been thinking about how to use his magic, the specifics elude him. He needs to stop thinking about it, but he really can't not think about it right now.
Okay, different idea: Sans whips his left arm through the air and the bones follow along, turning sharp and quick. It's keep away now, but Sans can't focus on teleporting while he's doing this, so if Papyrus is heading his way...]
no subject
Okay, different idea: Sans whips his left arm through the air and the bones follow along, turning sharp and quick. It's keep away now, but Sans can't focus on teleporting while he's doing this, so if Papyrus is heading his way...]