Neither did Frisk.

Sans yawned after another minute, posture slakening.

FRisk laughed and poked him. *come on, up. People dont fall asleep at the park.*

"oh no?" Sans asked, eyesockets betraying a coy grin. "and why not?"

Frisk shrugged and smiled.

(I got an idea for something. Itll make the Underground more exiting, in a good way. You in?8

(Um, Yeah!)

Sans held up his hands in mock defeat. "alright, alright, i'll resist my urges."

(Yay :D)

Frisk smiled, looking up. Then she frowned. *whats that?*

Something was falling at them.

And the falling thing was alive.

It was a tiny baby bird.

Frisks eyes widened with surprise and fear. *quick, catch him!*

A schreech sounded, and a hawk appeared, flying after the falling baby.

Sans muttered something incoherrent as he shot to his feet with somewhat uncharatheristic speed. As a matter of fact, the only other time Frisk witnessed this sort of agility was when they fought.

It seemed life or death situations were the only things at really got him to act even moderately proactive.

The bird was small enough, so the catch was easy. Of course, the hawk was still zeroing in on them and Blue magic would only make the bird of prey come down faster, so Sans watched through narrowed sockets, ready to bound out of the way.

The baby bird chirped, snuggling into Sanss jacket. It was still young enough to have fuzz instead of feathers, and the fuzz was slightly pink due to bloody scratches.

The hawk screeched, diving quickly. Thankfully, no one was nearby to watch the crazy scene.

Frisk pulled out her famous Stick, ready to beat the hawk away if it attacked.

Sans lowered his head slightly, watching the oncoming preadator like a hawk (A pun he definately would've pulled if he didn't suspect he was about to get mauled by the largest bird he's ever seen.) He neatly sidestepped out of the way at the last possible second, though his gaze never left the enraged bird.