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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. ]
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[ His chuckle is short, low, but not humorless. ]
...Eh, I was gonna ask you somethin', but you're right.
[ Besides, it's much too personal, a note of curiosity that started on the heels of a girl's lonely memory. He isn't so sure he's got it in him to be convincingly vague, to not tip her off that he's seen something.
And, as he glances at his own bed, it's late. ]
Sleep tight.
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Don't say something like that and not follow up on it, jerk. Now I'm going to be lying here awake all night wondering what you mean.
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Yeah, right.
[ He doesn't end up going to his own bed, strolling over to the bean bag chair and taking hold of the handle sewn into its sagging side. It rasps across the floor as he starts to drag it towards the balcony.
He isn't sleeping. But he might as well be comfortable while he watches the stars. ]
It ain't that important. See ya.
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Stupid memories. Stupid dreams. Stupid universe, trying to make her like him.]
Stupid... [She may have been muttering that word under her breath more than once, as he dragged his beanbag chair out with him. Quiet enough not to wake any on the bed or audible to the person outside the room, only vaguely made out irritated noises unless you listen closely.] Bean bags aren't even good for your back. And who gets a private room just to give it up to three squatters anyways...
[Grumble grumble, jerk. She can't believe people missed you. Or maybe she can, but w/e w/e who's keeping track anymore. To be honest, in spite of what she said about this keeping her up all night, her annoyed grumbling doesn't go on for much more than twenty minutes.
It's nice to be in a room that doesn't smell like weed, with the most annoying roommate giving her space (though it probably wasn't even for her benefit). No strange things whispering in her ear, crawling through her thoughts like black ivy. Ridiculously, she feels almost comfortable here.
Rin tells herself she'll still leave when dawn comes, but it doesn't happen like that. Later in the morning, Koo might unbury himself and tug at Sans's hoodie to try and beg some food off of him, but Rin herself will still be wrapped up in a blanket burrito, sleeping long past noon.]