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hey.

anyone know where i can find a decent laundromat.

i'd look it up but... i don't wanna.

[Yeah that's as in depth as this post gets. As far as Sans goes, the skeleton is actually outside for goddamn once. Maybe it's because it's just starting to get cool enough to actually wear that stupid filthy hoodie.

The state of the thing really sort of indicates why he'd be in such dire need of a washing machine, it almost looks like its the only actual outfit he owns.

To his credit, he's even lazily dragging along a detergent container that might be half the size he is in a small red wagon.

No, we're prepared today, as you can see. Gonna definitely clean something]

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Are you sure you don't want to know where's the nearest healer? You look a bit...uh..dead.

[He already freaked out at Jack Skellington when they first meet so this is Dray trying his best to be polite to the skeletons he sees and not make assumptions. The key word being 'trying'.]

nah, you'd know if i was dead.

so i'm looking for a laundromat like... not too far from the commons.

kinda dont wanna go too far.

But you are missing all your skin. Or are you organs see through? Oh! that would be amazing. [Creepy but cool.]

Sorry, I don't exactly live in the city so I have no idea where you could go. Why not to clean your clothes in the river?

[Ah now there was a familiar sight to Chara, a skeleton walking about like normal, it was almost nice to see Sans.

Almost. Especially since they never actually went out of their way to find him so this was just a stroke of luck, and Chara will quietly try to get behind Sans and his wagon and...

If not spotted? They're going to try and get into said wagon, or get a foot on it.]

Hey boneman.

[Did you ever think

that maybe

he doesn't go outside because you're out here, Chara?

The wagon stops on a dime, the small skeleton freezing in place. Yeah. Yeah he had been hoping, but it was just too much to hope, wasn't it. He didn't bother turning, his grip didn't even tighten on the wagon]

funny.

i didn't even pass a dumpster yet.

[Look, they've been busy. They even did some good and did one of those newspaper bounties. And no one died either!

Chara lets out a small snort at Sans' comment.]

More like you crawled out of one, actually.

[And just going to lightly poke that bottle of detergent.]

Do you even know how to use this stuff? Or was that something Papyrus did.

[Don't. Don't bring that name up again. There's a faint stiffness that comes and goes from his shoulders, barely visible in his hand on the wagon]

pretty sure you have better things to do right now.

[They'll bring up whatever names they want, Sans' isn't the boss of them!]

Actually I don't! So you're just lucky that I ran into you at such a time. [As they're talking they are now moving to stand next to Sans, and while the skeleton is in his usual hoodie... Chara is also wearing their usual set of clothing, although unlike Sans?

They've managed to get it cleaned and keep it that way. Or at least keep getting it clean.]

So are you gonna answer my question or what?

Edited (dropping important words) 2017-08-29 04:50 (UTC)

[Next to Sans.

The half of that skull they can see, the socket is black, empty. He makes no move to face them, shoulders hunched, staring dead ahead as that eternal grin is pulled stiff.]

i know you have somewhere better to be, chara.

What you think you know and what is true are two completely different things, Sans.

[Ah they dead eyes, that's something they haven't seen in a while. It's almost comforting.

In a super fucked up way.]

If your expecting something, I'll have to disappoint you. I left my knife back at my... home.

Then I Really Know You Have Somewhere Better To Be.

[He doesn't want to fight. No, not at all. He just wants to keep walking to the laundromat. He wants to be left alone. He wants to clean his clothes, go back to his apartment, close the door and shut off the lights and sleep for another few weeks.

But there was no denying the growing threat in his tone, it didn't matter if they didn't have the knife]

You keep saying that and yet I'm still here.

[They really don't have anywhere else to be, no job and like hell they're living in the children's home.

And bothering Sans is something to do and they didn't need a weapon to wound the skeleton.]

[Blue.

That was what was flashing in the other socket. Blue and yellow, rapidly cycling as his head just barely turned. There were no words, not now, and no movement either.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it was one last warning.

Or perhaps it was more for Sans own benefit, one more attempt to talk himself down from starting a fight he knew he'd never win.

The grip on the wagon was like iron, a vague shake starting to travel through his arm.

He didn't want to. He didn't want to. He was so, so tired. So tired. He wanted to just lay down. To just stop. He didn't want to.]

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