[The distress ratchets up in the room as the hallway lights flicker. But it's not the living room lights. He's okay. It's okay. The eyes scattered in the hallway glow brighter, like they're trying to make up for the flickering.]
ok
[Okay, so maybe Sans actually is curled around the sun lamp now. Nobody can see him, so it's fine.]
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ok
[Okay, so maybe Sans actually is curled around the sun lamp now. Nobody can see him, so it's fine.]