hadriel | [video - ask a gentern if zydrate is right for you.]

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[video - ask a gentern if zydrate is right for you.]

As backwards as this place is, at least you're not using coin. That kind of economy never made a lot of sense to me. You don't even really seem like you're bartering at all! That's more than a little strange.

[Or maybe he just thinks he deserves a lot, when he's this far away from his heart. Hmn. A possibility, to be sure.]

However, since that's the case, I really don't see what the point is in working for an organization like the clinic. Why would I want to go work for someone else when I've been doing just fine on my own for years? Where I'm from, I'm one of just two menders, and I've had plenty of practice.

[He never even completed his training, but shhh.]

Has anyone from your great clinic recreated half a brain before? I doubt it. I have. So feel free to stop by the better healer whenever you like. I'm usually around the library trying to find something that isn't garbage, if you've, I don't know, got your fingers chewed off, or something.

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Nope. Guess I just got lucky.

[More like he knew a bite wouldn't matter one way or another - infection as a concept kinda requires you to be able to survive the mechanism through which you get infected. Given the fact he's got 1 HP and no buffer, the chances of that are pretty damn slim.]

Huh. Maybe.

[But if they had been after Sans the whole time, he either avoided conflict with shields and running or is a hell of a fighter. It was a lot more likely that luck had very little to do with it. Hmn.]

And how about your human friends?

[What about his human friends? They get lucky? Yeah. Yeah, they got real lucky, all of 'em.

What about the girl who trembled and denied that she was scared even as she got to be aware, fully goddamn aware, of the thing that sapped her dry and killed her?

Heh heh heh.

Sans keeps grinning as though nothing is wrong without missing a beat.]

They got lucky too.

[Nothing is ever wrong.]

That's good. As far as reasons to be bored go, that's one of the better ones.

Yep.

[He sure is absolutely fine all the time!]

Pretty sure my roommates got involved in a Ms. Pacman pissing contest.

[Yeah he sure did see that take place on the network, quietly applauding on the sidelines.]

What -- that's disgusting!

[HE MIGHT NOT HAVE THE CLEAREST IDEA OF WHAT THAT MEANT]

[Sans laughs. God, he needed that laugh.]

It's a game, buddo. They're trying to beat each other's high scores.

[HIGH SCORES OF PISS AND WOMEN WHAT KIND OF SICK GAME oh

ohhhh wait]

Oh. So metaphorically.

[right]

Yeah. Metaphorically.

[He still looks real damn amused, though. Sorry, Warrick.]

Basically this lady, Lilith, she says nobody can beat her score. And one of my roommates, he beats it in, like, hours. So now they're goin' at each other, and I think Lilith's made a petition for a cave-wide leaderboard or something. It's pretty hilarious.

[He's...not sure how he feels about that. About any of it, really. He wants to ask what the point of it is, when things had just been so bad and that was apparently normal for some people, but... He also thinks that it's something Emma and Elaine might try to do, or Selva. Keep everyone's spirits up with something stupid.

He doesn't really like thinking about that.]

...This place is really obsessed with weird games.

[Eh, he can support it. Focusing on the trivialities so everything else can fade out in comparison. He can't imagine what Hermann must have - after the news got broke, he'd probably -

Yeah, Sans isn't going there. He didn't talk about it much beyond the basics. Didn't need to.]

More like we could all use the distraction.

Hmn.

[He leans his chin against his palm and drums his gloved fingers against his cheek. That was true. Very, very true. And just what he expected, really.]

So these things happen a lot? I feel like there's always been something going on, but I have a small sample size, timewise.

Recent arrival?

[It ain't a difficult thing to keep track of, not when the Door goes about pullin' people in semi-regularly. Must've been in the same group as his bro. Fancy that.]

Yeah, pretty much. The games, the things tryin' to kill ya - it's a blast.

Showed up with my fellow knife-wielding, cloak-wearing, green-skinned creatures.

[it was A Time]

Great. Here I was thinking I could get a little peace for once. Good to know I don't have to change things up and that annoying buzz of commotion is going to be a constant. Not that I sleep a lot anyway.

[Won't be an issue for that part of his life, at least.]

Don't suppose you know the rules for...Lie, Cheat, & Steal? Is that a popular one?

Yeah, new things come through every month. We have fun with that.

[Don't need to be an expert at reading subtleties in vocalization to sense the sarcasm thick and heavy in his tone. Still, he'll take distractions over the lack thereof.]

'Fraid you're gonna have to explain that one, bud. This a card thing or one of those truth-or-dare dealios?

[sigh...]

It's a board game. I don't know why I even have it, still... Mostly using it as a giant paperweight, I guess. It was a "welcome" gift, back in that...fighting chamber.

[Ahhh yeah, he remembers that. Papyrus scored himself a boardgame about pies in the face, didn't he?]

Yeah, nah, I heard how the Colosseum was full of the things. Maybe there's a manual in there. Why, y'wanna give it a spin?

It's sounding like everyone's all taken care of by the clinic or lucky, so I don't have a lot to do.

[...a good thing! He shouldn't sound bummed. He's just...aughhh, you know? Doesn't feel great to not be able to fix anything.]

Just wanted to know if I could warm up for any tournaments. Ms. Pacman can't be the only game that gets the people here competitive, right?

Oh no, I'm sure my roomies aren't the only ones with the competitive streak down here.

[His grin, if possible, gets wider.]

Pose the question, I'd say. See how many you can get in on it. It's a good distraction, yeah?

Hmn. Maybe.

[...and okay this is weird but]

You have a great bone structure.

[...all righty, Sans isn't sure where that little segue came from. He lifts his shoulders in an artless shrug.]

What can I say? I was bone with it.

Something tells me that's one competition I definitely wouldn't win.

[Healer or not, there's no way he has a chance of winning a bone-based pun-off with a skeleton.]

I'm just not exactly sure how your face works. I get the grinning skull thing, but you still move your face. You shouldn't really be able to at all.

The answer you're lookin' for is "magic."

[He wiggles his bony phalanges for flourish, one socket winking cheerfully. Might be that bone shouldn't be that pliable, but he doesn't care much for logic, honestly. Not where his body is concerned, anyway. There's a time and place for logic, and that's usually couched between equations.]

Every answer is probably gonna be "magic," I'll just say that now.

[aaaaaaa it's cool tho. even a wicked warlock can appreciate that.]

So it's really the same as the rest of my life. I can deal with that.

"Warlock" kinda implies an association with "magic" so, yeah, I can see that.

[Not that much of a stretch. And there's plenty like that around the city, he's learned.]

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