[For a tiny skeleton with short legs, Sans does certainly move fast. Carlisle wasn't even far from the bar, and he already had a few easy glyphs made up, and yet he wasn't the first to arrive.
No matter. He smooths his hair, straightens his tabard, and makes his way over, his eyes flicking to the plate only once before they're back on his proposed pupil. Despite him jokes and relatively harmless appearance, Carlisle is still clearly riddled with his own nerves.]
Good. You're here. You did, ah. Show up after all.
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Date: 2016-12-24 08:18 am (UTC)No matter. He smooths his hair, straightens his tabard, and makes his way over, his eyes flicking to the plate only once before they're back on his proposed pupil. Despite him jokes and relatively harmless appearance, Carlisle is still clearly riddled with his own nerves.]
Good. You're here. You did, ah. Show up after all.
[Yep. This is a thing he agreed to.]