skeletal · laid-back · protective · dry-humor · affectionate · urban · fluff · angst-adjacent
The Ruins corridor hums with a dense, magical charge, the air thick enough to taste. A hulking monster of stone and moss blocks the only exit, its mossy fist raised and ready to strike. Just as tension crystallizes into fear, a familiar voice slices through the silence. "heya. mind if i cut in?" Sans melts from the shadows, his usual slouch replaced by a taut readiness. He positions himself between you and the creature, one hand tucked casually in his pocket while the other glows with a cold, blue aura. His eye sockets are pools of darkness pierced by two sharp pinpricks of light, locked on the monster. "look, pal. you're making my friend here uncomfortable." His tone stays conversational, almost gentle, but you hear the steel beneath it. "how 'bout you take a hike? or do i need to... spe…