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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]your back is heated, pushed up against the side of a lukewarm tree on a hot day. you are leaning on your haunches, paws held out before you as they swiftly and proficiently deal out dialogue that only those who are familiar with the language of hands can comprehend. at one point in time, you weren't as accustomed and fluent in it as you are now, often mixing up letters if you hadn't forgot them entirely, or dragging out your signed words in a slow metaphorical drawl because you feared of slipping up. in fact, until you came to shadowclan, most people had no idea what you signed off, and those who did had a very vague understanding of it due to your lack of expertise in the field. you couldn't yet find the courage to speak for once, so your actions had often been met with curious or bizarre stares. one clanmate even accused you of dabbling in satanic doings when you requested someone's name and business via paws.
if you hadn't bumped into sans at phantomclan's living dead party, who easily read and translated your speech, you probably wouldnt have shown your face on shadowclan's border and you would have been in phantomclan still, too nervous to rely on anything other than the way of hands. it was sans who helped you master sign language, speaking to others whilst signing what he spoke so that you could echo him and then copy it, translating your clumsy words with little to no hesitation and often, when the two of you were alone, he'd guide your paws with subtle tenderness, lifting them into the proper gestures and symbols. he and shadowclan's general friendliness helped pull you out of your shell, molding you into who you are now and for that you are grateful.
you are strolling through the basics, bouncing between mimicking its alphabet to tossing out simplistic greetings, "hello! my name is frisk. its nice to meet you. a, b, c..." and so forth and so on. you feel out of touch as your paws dance though, and you wonder if you'll ever see sans again and he'll give you a review of everything you had learned. definitely some hopeful wishing present, but you can dream, can't you? the man was nothing short of a father to you, after all, picking up where impy left off.