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solnet2016-07-18 10:13 pm
justribbing) wrote in solnet2016-07-18 10:13 pm
Nothing says accidental network post like pocket dialing.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[audio]
Right... Well, I'm glad you're alright.
[A pause. Maybe just long enough for Sans to think that's it and reach to cut the call, but-]
Have you been here as long as they have?
[He needs to get to the bottom of this, seriously.]
[audio]
Frisk and I arrived on the same day, so guess you could say we've both been here longer than Chara.
[ Begs the question why do you ask but maybe he'll let the kid come up with that on his own.
Maybe a small part of him is a little glad to think he's squirming, too. ]
[audio]
You bastard.Huh. His running theory had been that maybe they'd been stuck here together so long that Chara's concern was built more on familiarity than anything else. But... Maybe that's not the case?
With things between him and Chara as awkward as they are, he isn't sure how to feel about this. Jealous isn't the right word. It's not.]
Oh, okay. Um, I'm gonna go now.
[Heck, have some of that awkward silence.]
[audio]
[ Capital idea. Better get on that. ]
Careful out there, kiddo.
[ To the tune of see you around or maybe in some other time, an echo of a more hollow voice on the other end of the line telling a child you are not welcome here, close but lacking the acid. ]