[He could have contacted people before a pocket dial, but to be honest, Rin isn't sure he hasn't so she lets that one go. It's not her business, and she only really cares on Chara's behalf anyways. Given they and another kid Sans mentioned (Frisk?) are sleeping here, it's clear that's already been handled too. She won't ask.
The room really does seem much bigger than his last one. While he's busy, Rin does indeed help herself to looking about it. A wardrobe he doesn't hang any clothes in, a chest of drawers he can barely be bothered with. He probably has more useless gag toys stored in that crate than he does shirts, nevermind pants. But the toys and machines offer some insight into his character, she thinks. Given the state of his room, it's obvious he doesn't do much to take care of himself, so the things that are in here are a clear indicator of interests that can actually motivate him.
He doesn't care much about his body, or how he presents himself. He'd rather fix keep his thoughts busy with something interesting, or if that fails, distract them.
Arms folded under the weight of her things, Rin's standing next to the bean bag chair and tiredly looking towards his bed and the lumps on it when Sans wheels the rollout over and half-startling her, like some bird that was drifting on the water. She nods and walks back over.]
Yeah, I can do that. [A pause, as she looks back over her shoulder.] ...Thanks.
[Dropping her things on the bed a bit haphazardly, she reaches into her bag to remove a pokeball, pressing the button that will release Koo, her Ralts. Despite looking very sleepy, he's still surprisingly awake. Rubbing at his eyes, he seems really relieved to see Rin again after sitting out in that weird room that was playing tricks — oh, but she's in a weird mood?
While Rin crouches down to lock the wheels, Koo yawns and crawls up onto the bedding Sans provided, curious about this new place they're in but too tired and unsure of what to make of the anxious but hopeful emotions he's picking up from his trainer. When he spots Sans, though, he tilts his head curiously. Heeey, are you a pokemon too?]
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The room really does seem much bigger than his last one. While he's busy, Rin does indeed help herself to looking about it. A wardrobe he doesn't hang any clothes in, a chest of drawers he can barely be bothered with. He probably has more useless gag toys stored in that crate than he does shirts, nevermind pants. But the toys and machines offer some insight into his character, she thinks. Given the state of his room, it's obvious he doesn't do much to take care of himself, so the things that are in here are a clear indicator of interests that can actually motivate him.
He doesn't care much about his body, or how he presents himself. He'd rather fix keep his thoughts busy with something interesting, or if that fails, distract them.
Arms folded under the weight of her things, Rin's standing next to the bean bag chair and tiredly looking towards his bed and the lumps on it when Sans wheels the rollout over and half-startling her, like some bird that was drifting on the water. She nods and walks back over.]
Yeah, I can do that. [A pause, as she looks back over her shoulder.] ...Thanks.
[Dropping her things on the bed a bit haphazardly, she reaches into her bag to remove a pokeball, pressing the button that will release Koo, her Ralts. Despite looking very sleepy, he's still surprisingly awake. Rubbing at his eyes, he seems really relieved to see Rin again after sitting out in that weird room that was playing tricks — oh, but she's in a weird mood?
While Rin crouches down to lock the wheels, Koo yawns and crawls up onto the bedding Sans provided, curious about this new place they're in but too tired and unsure of what to make of the anxious but hopeful emotions he's picking up from his trainer. When he spots Sans, though, he tilts his head curiously. Heeey, are you a pokemon too?]