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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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[justribbing]

wish i was so lucky, pal.
we could all use a little time to get away, know what i mean?

[ishotyouuu]

yeah don't I know it

[Boy, does he ever. Knowing, rueful laughter doesn't exactly translate well through text.]

hey if you ever wanna like

hang otu or something

just lemme know okay

[He doesn't know what else to say. Experience has taught him that you just need to fight some battles alone, but at the same time, an extended hand can mean the difference between standing on your own two feet and just letting the darkness overtake you. Al had taught him that, once upon a time.

Wade only knew Frisk for a short while, and hadn't really developed a connection to the kid all that much, but they were still a kid, and he doesn't believe that "vacation" thing for a second. A bullshitter can spot another bullshitter, after all, and he has a hunch that Sans isn't doing so well right now.]

[justribbing]

sure, sounds good.
got my hands full but lemme ring you soon about that.

[ A distraction sounds like a fantastic idea, and given he has a pretty good idea of how interesting the next day or two might be? He could really use it.

Might be that Sans won't know how much he'll be grateful for it until the time comes, but... hey, he's used to underestimating the potential impact of, well, being understood. ]

[ishotyouuu]

no problem, buddy

my phone's always on and my door's always open

[It's not just for Sans's benefit, after all. Even hardened indestructible mercenaries get needy too sometimes.]

[justribbing]

right back at ya.

[ And that's not exactly an offer he makes lightly, not the same way he might say 'see ya' or 'maybe later'.

The guy likes to shirk responsibility, takes it easy and keeps his head down until he has no choice but to react to trouble. When he does proactively do something? It's motivated by the desire to save himself a pain in the tailbone later.

But Wade's an alright guy. ]

and, uh, thanks.