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[Guess which temple Muscovy is currently in, tucked in a corner somewhere, using his backpack as a backrest and playing around with the new emoji app? It's not that he likes being in the temples, no matter which god_ess they belong to, but considering how things outside took a turn for the worse instead of for the better, he has decided on spending siren times inside - this time in Delight's temple. Which gave him time to waste.]

There are little pictures in the comms. Why?

[None of the comms that he had before had those. And also]

What do these mean?

[He can figure out the others - people with different faces, and cats with different faces, hearts and a star. But those four are confusing.]

[ooc: If you'd rather approach him in person, that is fine, too!]

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You cannot choose whom you hate.

[Or at least watching others who hated someone always made it look like a process that was not under their control.]

Yeah, but I don't like doing things I don't have to.

[He winks.]

[...He's not sure how this relates, but also disagrees.]|/small>

But the things that you don't have to do are usually nice things, though. I don't have to visit my sisters or look at flowers or drink cocoa, but I have to listen to people and work to find food and run away from monsters.

Not necessarily.

[But it's easier for folks like him. Easier because he's had a long, long time to iron out the kinks.]

But with a bit of work, I guarantee: you too can be a lazybones like me.

But I want to be happy and warm and to be that you need friends or family, and making friends is work because often you need to help them and become stronger to help them first, and family sometimes forgets about you so making them stop being silly is work, too.

But then you can be happy after and they can be happy and it will be very nice for everyone, so it is very much worth it, yes?

[Kid sounds awfully sure of himself. Maybe it comes with the territory of being so young. Sans can't honestly be sure anymore. Youth is kind of a stunted concept.]

I suppose.

[He won't press the point. Really, the last thing he wants is to mold anyone to be like him.]

What can I say? You're more hardworking than I ever was.

[It is a childlike mentality, in big parts. Problem is that at least back in his world Muscovy never moved on from thinking like a child in a number of ways which becomes a massive problem when you grow up to be one of the major power players of international politics.]

I have to be, because I won't become big and strong and have many days one day, yes?

Guess you'd be right about that.

[Can't help but remember a time when he was significantly more idealistic than the lazybones he is now. Happy, even. That got stamped out pretty quick, but while he's here - no point in making this kid suffer 'cause Sans didn't have a good enough time while he was young. That'd just be cruel]

Well, keep at it. Maybe it'll help you out one day.

[The trick is being so tilted sideways mentally that all attacks on your ability to happiness just slide down the slippery slope of your very special little worldview, joining the big cesspool of sane approaches to life down there.

Not that Muscovy would or could say that. He'd simply state that the way Sans thinks is just silly.]

It will. John said so. He told me that I will be very big and strong and have a lot of friends one day, because he was from the future.

Who's John?

[Not his brother...no, that's someone named "Firo," right? Name doesn't ring a bell.]

Is he here?

No.

I met him in a place that was very different from this, but there were people from all kinds of places and times there, too. He married into my family.

[At least inside Muscovy's head. It's complicated.]

But you trust him? This...John?

[That seemed pretty implicit, but it pays to make sure.]

Yes. Others have told me the same, too. I am big and strong enough in the future that everyone knows me.

[Or at least they made it sound like it.]

Well hey, that's not bad. Getting all this confirmation that you turn out all right.

I hope I can still remember it when I go home.

[Not "have to go home", not "can go home"... he has very mixed feelings on the subject.]

I hope so too, kiddo. I don't really know how this place treats memories.

[No real confirmation on that end, unfortunately.]

Has nobody come back yet who was brought home?

I'd be the wrong person to ask. Haven't been 'round long enough.

How long have you been here?

[Ah, geez, don't ask him to keep track of the days. He stopped doing that a long while ago.]

Can't've been longer than a month, I think. Sorta hard to tell with the days being all different here.

It is easier than on board of a ship in the dark between the stars when you're not in the oxygen gardens.

Sounds like you're speaking from experience.

There were enough people and food and it was warm and not very many bad things happened, so it was very nice. There just were no real days or seasons or weather and you couldn't go out because you would have died.

Heh. Sounds familiar. Not real different from here, is it?

Well, 'cept for the bad things. Those seem worryingly common here.

I haven't been here for long enough to compare the frequency yet. But at least we don't have to get into gooey pods each month while things get a bit broken around us, yes?

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