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[justribbing]

hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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[freedom_engineer]

...

[Colin glances at Sans. Somehow, he really doubts that Sans understands the point he was making.]

[He looks back down at Rio, and smiles warmly, all traces of the previous conversational sortie just washing away.]

Thanks, Rio. You're a good kid.

[He crouches then, and starts to scratch the pokemon behind the ears.]

I know it must seem scary. But you're not alone. The one important to you had a plan for you. They've got a very difficult time ahead of them, too. It's not your fault.

If you ever need a friend... Sans will know where you can find me. Emma seems to like you. We'll play with you any time you want.

[He runs his other hand over Emma's head then. The Porygon gives a pleased little chime of agreement, leaning into Colin's hand before lifting her triangular foot to rest it against Rio.]

[Colin looks back at Sans then, still petting Rio's head with gentle, affectionate motions.]

This kid's going to have it rough for a little while. Chara gave him to you, huh? Imagine, the person you think is your everything just hands you off to someone else...

Poor kid's lost and looking for stability. Bring him by to spend time with Emma, would you? He could use all the friends he can get.

[justribbing]

[ Colin would be right.

Thing is, there's no amount of intellectual knowledge that can truly make up for experience in cases like this, and Sans knows people, but nobody quite like Colin or Chara. He doesn't know the first helpful thing when it comes to what makes them tick, so he fumbles in the dark.

Funny that he wants to help them and he can't even see his own problems staring him in the face, but hey, that's what you get when Sans cares. All in all, he'll try, for better or for worse (and usually it's the latter).

Rio certainly seems to appreciate the scratching, the offer and the reassuring words; the aura with which he prefers to communicate with carries a more hopeful and encouraged sentiment. Sans? He's watching, without comment, until Colin addresses him: ]

Not exactly. He was meant for Frisk, but. Uh. I guess he's growin' on me. So, yeah. Ok. Little guy could use a playdate or somethin'. ...Thanks.

I better go. I've got some explaining to do to a few people.