just as you breathe (post c_p)

[dustless]

Nobody gets why, halfway down the mountain, Frisk bolts.

Toriel and Asgore think they changed their mind about not having places to go or the ambassador idea. Everyone scatters through the trees to search for them--eventually, Papyrus is the one to stumble over them, to talk to them, to coax them back with his positive affirmations.

They don't explain why they stare at everyone like they're seeing their bare SOULs (yeah, punk, I'm great! WE'RE great, right, Alphys?), or why they keep touching their teeth (do you have a toothache, my child?), or why they constantly pace through the house they eventually move into with Toriel, opening doors as if they're expecting something else to be behind them (I don't think there are any monsters in the closet, little one).

It's just...Frisk. They're a good kid, even if they're a little strange.

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[dustless]

Easy answers, things they don't need to put heavy effort into thinking up answers for, or need to glance at him to gauge a reaction for their replies. School's nice; all monsters are their friends, really; homework's no fun but Toriel's good at teaching.

The sudden real question stops them before they can step through the gate of their nice little picket-fence.

Sans-es are always observational. Frisk glances at him and shrugs. "...Not everybody likes naps as much as you do," they say dryly.

[sansational]

Sans shrugs right back. "that's because everybody else is kinda silly." He tilts his head slightly to regard them for a moment longer. "but y'know, uh...if you ever needed help with, like, naps...you can ask me about it. i'm still pretty good at 'em. even when my soul, uh, doesn't really want to be quiet."

A tacit, roundabout sort of admission. He hasn't been sleeping that great either. Even the naps are more of a stopgap than anything else.

"think about it, why don't ya. toriel says human kids need their sleep even more than skeletons do."