[Sans laughs again, still strained, but it's more of a dark amusement than someone on the edge of tipping over into hysteria.] I've been a spider this whole time and we never noticed.
[(That's the number of fingers on a spider. But he's got five on each of them. Always losing track after twelve, that's just how it is.)
The dripping has stopped. Sans looks down again, (regular) hand on the hem of his t-shirt.]
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[(That's the number of fingers on a spider. But he's got five on each of them. Always losing track after twelve, that's just how it is.)
The dripping has stopped. Sans looks down again, (regular) hand on the hem of his t-shirt.]