Normally he would have been so ready to shut an attack like that right down, but Greg has historically shown nothing but non-violent passivity. With his sights set on Sans, he didn't even consider that Greg would do anything but mewl about it.
The vines strike with his attention very much distracted. The places along Blanche's shoulder where they connect flicker and shred like small tears have formed in the fabric of space in place of his flesh - they glitter with something like starlight before flashing closed again.
Blanche turns and gives Greg what can only be described as a look.
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Normally he would have been so ready to shut an attack like that right down, but Greg has historically shown nothing but non-violent passivity. With his sights set on Sans, he didn't even consider that Greg would do anything but mewl about it.
The vines strike with his attention very much distracted. The places along Blanche's shoulder where they connect flicker and shred like small tears have formed in the fabric of space in place of his flesh - they glitter with something like starlight before flashing closed again.
Blanche turns and gives Greg what can only be described as a look.