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[exhumerus]

DISPLAYING SUBJECT: SANS ESQUELETO Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: TROMBONE Fame Lvl: 0 Current MP: 0 Short Description: ► Sans is a trom-BONER lol. jk I'll do this properly soon. (though it would be in the spirit of Sans not to.) Regains So Far: ► MODERATE SPACE-TIME MANIPULATION: He can teleport himself around the city, and also teleport other people and objects within range of sight. Contact Player: ► quixocalypse ► PM: this account ► AIM: uncannyartisan IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-555-5555 ► TEXT: 1-555-555-5555 ► EMAIL: esqueleto@virgoentertainment.vgo ► TWITTER: comicsanslol (rarely updated) ► TUMBLR: comicsanslol (even more rarely updated)

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[panspermia]

can we talk?

[exhumerus]

idk can we?
seems to me there were challenges last time

[panspermia]

yeah i wanna do over
promise i wont screw it up this time

[exhumerus]

hmmm
i guess i could clear some some in my murderin schedule for something like that
im a busy guy you know

[panspermia]

yeah i deserve that

[panspermia]

unless youre clearing room to put me on it i didn't screw up that bad

[panspermia]

sorry that was tacky

[exhumerus]

they cant all be winners
this the kind of talk you were interested in or are you hoping for something more official?

[panspermia]

idk this works i guess but
we can't do an awkward bro hug at the end if we make up
so not ideal

[exhumerus]

well i have no intention of moving for the next good while so youre welcome to come to me
im in the lounge

action

[giglio_madonna]

[Hey, Sans, you useless stoner, someone is knocking at the door. Guess whooooo.]

[exhumerus]

[Sans ignores it the first time so Luce will have to knock more than once, but he does eventually show himself at the door. He isn't wearing a shirt.]

Hey. Sup.

[giglio_madonna]

[Luce does not seem particularly bothered by this lack of shirt thing.]

Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come check on you after everything. [You know, attempted murder, successful murder, mind control...] I even brought you something.

[In her hand? A tray of brownies.]

[exhumerus]

[Sans looks at the brownies, and then at her. Well, alright then. He can deal with that. As long as she doesn't inquire about the specific state of his pants.]

Welp. Can't say no to that. Want to come in?

[He steps out of the way for her to enter.]

[giglio_madonna]

I'd be glad to.

[And she just steps right in, perfectly at ease with things. It's been long enough that she thinks she's even learning how to fake all the security littering the entire HQ.]

Oh, and take care after you eat these, dear. No driving, or doing anything that really needs your focus for a while, all that.

[exhumerus]

[His eyebrows raise. He looks down at the brownies again, and then he laughs like she just told a hilarious joke.]

Oh wow. You really wanna encourage a chronic like that, lady?

[The penthouse looks exactly the same like everyone else's penthouses, so there isn't much to see. It's even basically clean, thanks to the routine maids. Right now there are a selection of instruments littered around the sofas, however.]

Not saying no, of course.

[He takes them from her.]

[giglio_madonna]

Oh, hush, it's hardly the worst thing you could be addicted to!

[And trust her, in this business, she's started to see a lot of unfortunate addictions. Since the sofa seems to be ruled by the instruments, she finds a more solo seat to settle in.]

Practicing?

Delivery

[giglio_madonna]

[On the eighth, Sans will find himself getting a delivery from the penthouse staff. It's a small but lovingly wrapped box. Inside? A sleeping mask. There's well wishes in the Solstice card signed clearly with Luce's name.]

[She might think this was funny and thought he'd be amused.]

Mid-March

[sailorgenerous]

I need to meet with you. Privately.

[exhumerus]

ok

[For a little while that seems like it's going to be it. Eventually, though, Sans follows up with:]

where

[sailorgenerous]

Either your room or mine.

[exhumerus]

cant do yours
gimme a min to get back to mine

[sailorgenerous]

I'll meet you there.

action

[exhumerus]

[When she gets there, the door is open and Sans is just sitting in one of the chairs of his room and dozing. Considering that it hasn't been much time since they texted, the fact that he's managed to fall asleep already is admirable.]

[sailorgenerous]

[For a moment, she considers leaving him to his nap - but she'd just spoken with him, and he knew she was on her way. Instead, she shuts the door behind her and gently shakes his shoulder.]

Sans?