Nothing says accidental network post like pocket dialing.

[justribbing]

[ At first, it's all black, just the loud, raspy sound of cotton against a receiver, until the image is just of dim blue interrupted by bars of fuzzy black as the rasping cuts out. Having apparently accidentally activated his phone while extracting it from his hoodie's pocket, Sans swings himself upright with the sort of hollowed-out and unreceptive expression that belongs to those who just woke up far earlier than intended.

He had pulled his phone from his pocket because it was digging into his hip. Now? He blearily gazes down on it like it offended him down to his bones. Several ways to Sunday. Not that he has much of a right to complain; of those who were snatched away for a few days under inexplicable circumstances, Sans was perhaps the last to return, crashed for a few hours, and once his phone had recharged itself on the ambient free energy transfer from the generator, a few careless movements had activated it.

It's not like anybody woke him. In any case, it's only 10:00 PM or so, and whatever ruined timepiece makes up his "internal clock" is surely totally messed up by now.

He tosses the phone aside. From its now awkward, ceiling-fixed angle, it still picks up his staggering silhouette shuffling away in a corner of the view screen. ]

Heh. Runnin' on empty. You want anything?

[ It's debatable if anyone answers, at least, in his room anyway. ]

Comments

[satanslash]

Oi. Sans. Were you intendin' on askin' the entire castle that?

1/2

[justribbing]

[ There's a distant sound of one of the doors creaking open, and Sans can be heard asking something to the tune of: ]

Didja say something?

[ There's a more nearby rustle, and Sans returns to the side of what is, presumably, his bed. He shrugs. ]

Guess not.

[ That's when he notices the phone, briefly blotting out the image with his hand as he grasps it and starts back out the door. ]

2/2

[justribbing]

[ When Sans uncovers his phone, he grins down (albeit sleepily) at the screen. ]

Heeey, pal. Sup?

[ Sans, he didn't call you, you called everyone. ]

[satanslash]

Dude, you called us. Don't 'sup' me.

[Rin scowls faintly, eventually releasing a sigh as he grumbles something to himself before demanding of Sans:]

Th' hell did you go?

[He may not have been active in all of the searches, but it would have been impossible to miss the news that Sans and several others were mysteriously missing - items left as if they were still in the castle but showing no signs of being dead, either.

And considering one of them had been Yukio...]

[justribbing]

Wouldja believe me if I said an actual resort?

[ He huffs a chuckle. ]

Me neither, but it's true.

[satanslash]

Given how weird our life has been for almost a year, I think at this point I'll believe anythin'.

[A pause, then, quietly:]

... did... you see Yukio there?

[justribbing]

Yeah, around the end. Kid was fine.

[ He pauses. ]

Why? Didn't he get back too?

[satanslash]

No, I haven't seen him come back yet... [Which is worrisome for sure. If they were both on the same "vacation" then why was Sans back without him?]

[justribbing]

Far as I know, the kid left before I did.

[ He scrapes his palm over his mandible, thinking. ]

...You sure he isn't just holed up somewhere? Y'know how skittish he gets.

[satanslash]

I've been checkin' his phone in his room, but it's still not actin' like he's here... [He knows, Sans. That's why he's been looking.]

[justribbing]

[ Sans exhales, even without a respiratory system to make that possible. ]

Look, uh, I won't promise anything--

[ But. ]

But if I see the guy, I'll drop you a text or something.

[satanslash]

[Rin wanted more than that. He wanted confirmation, assurance that Yukio hadn't gotten killed again or something somehow worse.

But this was all Sans could provide and Rin wasn't about to make him feel guilty for it.]

Right. Thanks...