[Ah, if only to see his expression right now- what a waste. This joke could have kept going for far longer than it had.
But good information is good information. The names mentioned in this conversation thus far? They don't add up. It takes a few moments to make a decision; a few more to respond.]
Oh, you know me! Just using a little time I've saved for you.
Flower you, sunshine? I've got another great joke here; it's sure to be a real hoot at parties.
But good information is good information. The names mentioned in this conversation thus far? They don't add up. It takes a few moments to make a decision; a few more to respond.]
Oh, you know me! Just using a little time I've saved for you.
Flower you, sunshine? I've got another great joke here; it's sure to be a real hoot at parties.
I would.
[They'll have to compare notes, sometime. See exactly where they match up. Of course, that had the potential to get pretty
dark.
As it is, he's gotten all he needs from him without making his interests apparent. Now for the puncline.]
An existential nihilist walks into a bar. He orders ketchup.
I'd tell you the rest of the joke- but none of it really matters, does it?
[They'll have to compare notes, sometime. See exactly where they match up. Of course, that had the potential to get pretty
dark.
As it is, he's gotten all he needs from him without making his interests apparent. Now for the puncline.]
An existential nihilist walks into a bar. He orders ketchup.
I'd tell you the rest of the joke- but none of it really matters, does it?
[This is fine. Things happened. A SOUL, or something that almost passes for one, got seen. But this is fine.
It takes a day to send this, because Chara spends the rest of that time calculating. Planning. Wracking their brain to remember advantages they can press. Preparing for outcomes. They don't want to say this. It's just a weapon for Sans to use to hurt them, and Chara doesn't like to hand out weapons.
Not unless it's blade-first.
But it's more risky to not address it, surely. It would be naive to hope he didn't notice it. Sans notices. That's what he does.]
I would like to talk.
It takes a day to send this, because Chara spends the rest of that time calculating. Planning. Wracking their brain to remember advantages they can press. Preparing for outcomes. They don't want to say this. It's just a weapon for Sans to use to hurt them, and Chara doesn't like to hand out weapons.
Not unless it's blade-first.
But it's more risky to not address it, surely. It would be naive to hope he didn't notice it. Sans notices. That's what he does.]
I would like to talk.
Over text is fine, then.
[Better, in fact, because as little as a pair of smiles smiling smiley smiles at each other might say, there's still a chance of a slip.
To say nothing of a repeat of yesterday's unfortunate reflexes.]
I think you know what this is about.
[Better, in fact, because as little as a pair of smiles smiling smiley smiles at each other might say, there's still a chance of a slip.
To say nothing of a repeat of yesterday's unfortunate reflexes.]
I think you know what this is about.
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