[Sans has been putting his avoidance to work; it's the only thing he works at regularly. (Okay, that's not true. It's even less true lately. Seems a shame to drop a good bad joke, though.) If it was just that one incident, just the television, then maybe that would be one thing. But as time goes on, Sans realizes he just keeps walking around. Flying around. Taking the stairs. He should be teleporting. He wants to be teleporting. He isn't.
It's weird. It's a problem. So, as he walks into the kitchen in the morning for breakfast--walks, instead of just appearing either in the kitchen or somewhere nearby--he decides he should probably bring it up. He's been trying to do that more.]
a few days later
It's weird. It's a problem. So, as he walks into the kitchen in the morning for breakfast--walks, instead of just appearing either in the kitchen or somewhere nearby--he decides he should probably bring it up. He's been trying to do that more.]
Hey, are mirrors still being weird for you?