last few times we met weren't very much fun for either of us. i'd just like to know what i can call them. so i'm not just listing them as "kid #2" or something in my contacts.
I can't tell you if they don't want you to know. I'm sorry.
[It doesn't feel good, to just leave it like that. Respecting Chara's privacy, but leaving Sans in the dark. He's told them plenty, when they needed to hear it. The least they could do is try to return the favor.
[Damn it. Damn it, he's supposed to avoid getting attached. This kid is the key factor in a lot of things, the a1, the anomaly, and he made a promise to an old lady that he couldn't even keep and -
- and then they go and they say stuff like that.]
well, you know. felt a little weird asking you point blank after everything.
[Should've asked them, honestly. That's what polite people do, huh? Instead of going behind different people's backs.
They're kids. He has to remember that. They're just kids.]
The message blinks up at them from the screen, one child sitting alone on their bed, room dark. Hard to tell the time; might be lighter outside. Might not be. Even if it is lighter- it's not necessarily day, is it?
...They delete the message.]
It's bean busy but now we can ketchup. Soy don't feel too bad.
[And that, that right there - that's what always makes him hesitate. That's what has him prompting the warnings, what has him teetering on the edge of breaking that damn promise, but then he sees them and he knows, deep in his weak little fluttering birdtrap of a SOUL, that he can't do it.
Not without giving 'em a chance.]
you been hanging out with me too much, kid. we mustard meet up sometime.
At the very least, when Frisk puts their phone down onto their bedside table, it's with a smile.
The smile doesn't last very long, but, well.
At least they smiled. Slipping off the edge of their bed, Frisk makes to the kitchen; maybe, if they can find the stuff they need for it, Chara can show them how to make soup tonight.]
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[Was that the question? They had told him they knew someone they wanted to stay with.
They'd just avoid saying who, precisely.]
Is that your question?
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the thing is that i don't really know their name. makes it kinda difficult to strike up a conversation.
1/2
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they said they were fine just being called "kid."
not really a super specific title, if you know what i'm saying.
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It's not like Frisk hadn't expected this anyway.]
You don't like them, do you?
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i'd just like to know what i can call them. so i'm not just listing them as "kid #2" or something in my contacts.
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[It doesn't feel good, to just leave it like that. Respecting Chara's privacy, but leaving Sans in the dark. He's told them plenty, when they needed to hear it. The least they could do is try to return the favor.
So a second text follows the first.]
Their name is really important.
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not sure what you mean by that, but i'll take your word for it.
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It's not up to Frisk to make that move, they don't think.]
I'm sorry.
Can I ask you something?
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yeah, fair enough.
shoot.
[Evasion comes pretty naturally to him anyway.]
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Am I kid #1?
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you were, yeah.
you never told any of us.
i asked your roommate.
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No one asked before.
Thanks Sans.
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- and then they go and they say stuff like that.]
well, you know.
felt a little weird asking you point blank after everything.
[Should've asked them, honestly. That's what polite people do, huh? Instead of going behind different people's backs.
They're kids. He has to remember that. They're just kids.]
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Which everything?
The message blinks up at them from the screen, one child sitting alone on their bed, room dark. Hard to tell the time; might be lighter outside. Might not be. Even if it is lighter- it's not necessarily day, is it?
...They delete the message.]
It's bean busy but now we can ketchup. Soy don't feel too bad.
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Not without giving 'em a chance.]
you been hanging out with me too much, kid.
we mustard meet up sometime.
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[Lol.
At the very least, when Frisk puts their phone down onto their bedside table, it's with a smile.
The smile doesn't last very long, but, well.
At least they smiled. Slipping off the edge of their bed, Frisk makes to the kitchen; maybe, if they can find the stuff they need for it, Chara can show them how to make soup tonight.]