Sans have you ever yelled at Aliza?

Sans lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. He sends a glance to where his daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, tongue between her teeth as she scribbles on the paper of simple spelling words he’s given her to work on.

“…yeah, but i try not to. she’s just a kid, she’s still learning and growing, and she makes mistakes, just like anyone else. …she’s just not used to having someone… there. you know? to hold her accountable for what she does. it can get frustrating, sometimes… she doesn’t always like to admit that she’s in the wrong, and i’m not the best at controlling my temper anymore. i don’t like to yell at her, and she doesn’t deserve it when i do. it’s better when we can just… talk things through. she’s a person, even if she’s a young one, and she deserves to be heard, not talked over or down to.”

He looks disgruntled, fiddling with one of the ties on his hoodie.

“i’m trying to be a good dad to her. she never had anyone else but that bitch of a woman up top… i want her to know she can trust me, and look up to me. that i’m not just some jerk that tells her what to do all the time.”