They guess, after a moment, that it must be a little hard to tell. Two dusty children next to a bloody body, both of them covered in blood themselves. It'd be hard to tell.
They don't want to tell him, don't want to be a bother. Know Chara won't just let them ignore the question, won't let them pass it off as if their Partner is the one who needs all of it. They let out a quiet noise, something between an um and a I think, not up for an argument. Certain that Chara isn't either.]
...Ribs hurt a little.
[Saying that much feels like intruding. They're intruding. How can they say that when Sans'- Don't think about it anymore. Don't think about it anymore. Haha. His ribs probably hurt too.]
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They guess, after a moment, that it must be a little hard to tell. Two dusty children next to a bloody body, both of them covered in blood themselves. It'd be hard to tell.
They don't want to tell him, don't want to be a bother. Know Chara won't just let them ignore the question, won't let them pass it off as if their Partner is the one who needs all of it. They let out a quiet noise, something between an um and a I think, not up for an argument. Certain that Chara isn't either.]
...Ribs hurt a little.
[Saying that much feels like intruding. They're intruding. How can they say that when Sans'-
Don't think about it anymore. Don't think about it anymore.
Haha. His ribs probably hurt too.]