Wolf Bread

[mylastchance]

Who: Lauren and Sans
What: Shirt givings.
Where: The carnival grounds.
When: Recently
Warnings: None!

He finally has the shirt, and so he hopes he can finally get his staff back. However, despite what Sans said in his letter, Lauren's not too optimistic. He's frustrated, by a number of things all that make him likely to avoid being hopeful. Most of all, he just can't bring himself to trust Sans, even if Carly did say he wasn't undead. He wasn't even sure if that was a good enough reason to be distrustful anymore, but he was. He only hoped he could manage to have a decent conversation with someone for once.

"Sans?" he asks, coming forward, shirt in hand.

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[mylastchance]

Lauren shrugs, lifting an eyebrow as Sans starts to disappear into nothing.

"I guess? But I'm happy with what I know now. I don't think I really need to learn anything else."

He's happy manipulating the weave the way he knows best. Since his magical abilities are a gift that comes from his understanding and connection with nature, he's worried about losing them if he studies anything else too deeply. Which is completely unrealistic, but still a concern nonetheless. Plus, he's confident enough in his abilities, he knows he can protect his brother from most threats, or at least run from the ones he can't.

"Do you need help with this in some way?"

[osteothropy]

"Nah," Sans pulls himself out of the hole and then winks, snapping his fingers. The staff flies right out of the pocket dimension and into his hand. "I think I got it."

He swings it over so that Lauren can grab one side, but doesn't let go of his end quite yet.

"So, no more causing a ruckus, ok?"