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[souldeterminant]

[Sometime during the afternoon, a simple text makes its way onto the network, no picture or video attached.]

 

I'm back from vacation.

Don't worry. It was boring.

-Frisk

[None of which is, precisely, a lie. Thankfully, considering Frisk is just about the worst liar they know.]

[But it's good to be home.]

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[wildcardpotential]

good to hear from you. Did Sans pass my message along? It wasn't really important.

[souldeterminant]

[Ah... whoops. Either Sans told them while they were just a SOUL, or... maybe he forgot.]

Sorry, it must have gotten lost in sanslation.

[wildcardpotential]

[That's okay, she was just... worried. Now she's worried about something else entirely, but that's... fine. It's fine. She begged him not to lie to her...]

No problem! I was just asking about you. I was looking femurously for you until he said you were taking a break.

[souldeterminant]

[The fact that she delivers her words in pun format staves off the flash of guilt Frisk receives at reading them. They really, um... didn't think there'd be this many people noticing they were gone.]

Patella the truth, I didn't get the chance to tell anyone.

[A couple seconds' pause.]

I'll try not to let it happen again.

[wildcardpotential]

[Just as she was hoping. She doesn't want Frisk to feel guilty, but she does want them to know how much she cares. Sometimes it's hard to not do both. Especially with sensitive things like Frisk. They're a good kid.]

I understand, that stuff happens too phast-langes sometimes.

Let me know if I can ever help somehow.