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Sans ([personal profile] skelepun) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou 2017-11-05 02:45 am (UTC)

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[It's a far cry from the forced politeness of his initial message, all gusto and enthusiasm to cover over the papery unease from before. Did he manage to help with that? That didn't seem quite right, but Sans can't help but feel the corners of his grin pinch with something real.

It didn't look all that different, but looks weren't everything, were they?

As Eddie leaps atop his bike, Sans stretches with a roll of the shoulders.

While Eddie huffs and puffs, Sans fishes the half-eaten carton of Grillby fries out from his makeshift bedside table.

When Eddie slows to a steady stop, Sans looks down at his communicator-slash-watch from where he still sat in the library. About eight minutes since their call disconnected.

That was probably enough time.]


Jeez, kid. [The voice from the communicator is a little crisper in person, sounding from behind Eddie as Sans walks forward from seemingly nowhere. How'd he get here? Where'd he come from? Details, details.] How much did you clock on that thing?

[He holds up the paper box of fries -- cold, stale, but fries -- with a quick rattle.]

I'm a skeleton of my word. [Another rattle.] To the victor go the fry bits.

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