Of course it's their tails. (That makes plenty of sense to Eddie. Not that he knew much about dogs but he knew enough.

Sans was quickly becoming the guy Who Knew Things.

Eddie would probably be too nice to take money from dogs. Dogs had it bad enough didn't they?

You know what most little boys aren't used to? Being asked about how they felt. Eddie stares at Sans for a solid minute before he's looking down at his lap, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.)

I'm okay. (He's supposed to feel okay and he knows that. Crying is for babies, sissies, and otherwise, and Eddie is doing his best to keep a brave face on.

But...Sans has done a decent job at implementing himself as relatively trust worthy to Eddie. So even after he exclaims his okayness, Eddie clears his throat.)

It's just. (He looks at Sans out of the corner of his eye before giving a small shrug.)

I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. Overall, I mean. My mom did mostly everything for me. I know how to do some food stuff but for like snacks. I can handle a drug store but there's not a drug store. I'm not old enough to work, but apparently there's not even currency. I don't really-.

(His voice catches because these fears? These are the kind of fears a lot of people have in the real world let alone a weird situation like this.)

Can I tell you a secret?