Lokkish

    Sans had been pacing for what felt like hours. The rhythmic shuffling of his slippers hitting the floor was the only thing he allowed to break the silence of the house. Any other noise might make him have a panic attack at this point. It was all he could do to concentrate on his steps.    Shff shff shff shff!    He forced himself to breathe with them. In on the first step, hold on the second step, out on the third step, hold on the fourth step. In. Stop. Out. Stop. In. Stop. Out. Stop. It gave him something to concentrate on when his thoughts started swimming too much.    He hated it when Papyrus did this - came home late from practi