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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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[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.