[man, if only undyne knew... none of these are the feelings sans are feeling right now. he hides himself further into sweatertown, grumbling something that's ... impossible to make out. it sure sounds annoyed! then he sighs. ok. ok. he is over it. well. no he isn't, but he sure as heck is going to go to his go-to reflex! and! just go ahead and repress all of that!!!]
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well. this is a grave situation.
[BECAUSE HE'S DEAD]