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[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris smiles and gives a small wave at the camera when the feed starts, then turns his hand to show Hope's blessing on the back of it.]

So uh, who else got one? And are they all from Hope, or...?

[This is so cool you guys he wants to see who else got what. And for something else slightly less important by still cool--]

Oh, also, my iPhone was up and working for a bit thanks to Pell, and I managed to get some music off it. I'll share on the condition no one makes fun of my taste.

[The last comment is a joke--he's really not going to be too hurt by jabs about his choice in music--but the offer is serious, and attached is a download of the music he's copied off so far. It's kind of a slow process, so there's still more on the phone that he can transfer later.]

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[skelebro]

[Sans doesn't get angry. He doesn't get vengeful. He burns cold, swift and efficient, executing judgment in his typical blunt, straightforward fashion. And this LOVE-filled abomination came shambling his way, raring for a fight, that hard glint to their stare and he'd known all he could do, all he ever could do from that point onward, was stall. Stall and stall and hope they'd turn back. Pull every dirty trick from his sleeve, tear through every spatial and temporal and spatiotemporal law he could act on - admittedly not nearly enough as he'd like, but what can you do? Wasn't about to inject himself with DT to see if that might make him any more likely to stop an unstoppable force - and made himself that immovable object.

He'd been hoping to placate them. If they all played along, took it easy, maybe there'd be a chance of seeing that end result one more time. There's a photograph in his drawer. Everyone smiles. Everyone happy, on the surface, and at the center of it all, the one variable that changed everything.

The kid.]