[He's pretty sure they call it "afterglow." Which makes sense. It feels like basking in the sunlight or in front of a fireplace. Content, warm, safe, sleepy. Kind of achy from exertion, which is a new feeling entirely, but not at all unpleasant. Blissed out.]
[Also a new feeling. He's never felt bliss before.]
[He drifts for awhile, losing track of time, dozing with his head against Mettaton's chest, bare limbs tangled around him. His soul is back in his ribcage, not ready to fade out yet. It's still frayed and still too small, but it's brighter now than it was. He can feel Mettaton's soul glowing nearby. And more than that, he can feel the rest of it again--Mettaton's sleepy contentment and love, quieter now that the adrenaline--or monster equivalent--has faded.]
[Sans stirs a little, shifting his face to a more comfortable position, like a sleeping cat. He grins suddenly, not opening his eyesockets.]
2/2 cuddletimes
[Also a new feeling. He's never felt bliss before.]
[He drifts for awhile, losing track of time, dozing with his head against Mettaton's chest, bare limbs tangled around him. His soul is back in his ribcage, not ready to fade out yet. It's still frayed and still too small, but it's brighter now than it was. He can feel Mettaton's soul glowing nearby. And more than that, he can feel the rest of it again--Mettaton's sleepy contentment and love, quieter now that the adrenaline--or monster equivalent--has faded.]
[Sans stirs a little, shifting his face to a more comfortable position, like a sleeping cat. He grins suddenly, not opening his eyesockets.]
heh, you know. we totally forgot about the movie.