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[ Will has been fiddling around with the settings on his phone, hoping that he's managed to make it anonymous. It doesn't say it's from his device so hopefully, it doesn't show that it's from his device to those reading. ]

Are there any medics available to do house calls? I know where the clinic is, it's just getting there that might be a problem.

[ He's not been doing so well lately, the fits and seizures have been more violent, as well as the huge amounts of time he can't recall... Not to mention the only doctor that's seen him so far seems to have vanished. Will doesn't trust easily so it's hard for him to admit he might need help.

An after thought pops into his head. Seeing as how his apartment is full of fennec fox and nugs he saved when all those demons apeared... ]

Also, out of curiousity. Do we have any vets here?

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[ See Will didn't even know where Sans was from. He'd never really been to Brooklyn, so for all he knew, skeletons were the norm there. But yes, Sans voice was an easy one to listen to, Will found it a comfort every now and then. ]

I wouldn't really know if dragon meat classes as game meat... I had an idea to try fishing? though someone said the lake was full of giant fish-like creatures that could kill a man. Know anything about that?

Kinda ended up in the lake once or twice, and I'm still walkin'. But, uh, I'm not exactly what you'd call a tasty treat.

[He wiggles his phalanges indicatively. Evidently giant fish creatures have no interest in chowin' down on somethin' made of all bones. That gives them considerably more intelligence than the zombies that seemed to think that Sans was gonna make a decent snack, but it seems like death significantly decreases one's intelligence.]

[ Will actually smiled at that, with an amused expression. ]

I'd beg to differ on that. If Winston here were to see who I was talking too, I can assure you he'd be salivating at those nimble digits you have.

[ Maybe, if Sans was off limits to the creatures in the lake, he could assist Will, sometime in seeing if there were any normal fish in there too? The kind that wouldn't kill you to eat. ]

[Heh. Sans's grin widens.]

You don't gotta tell me. I had the dogs all over me back at home, just beggin' me to throw 'em a bone.

[The dogs also happened to be the Snowdin Canine Unit, but details, details.]

[ You know, you're very interesting, Sans? Will's going to be keeping an eye out for you in the future. ]

I bet. I know I'd have no problems getting my pack back home, to do as they're told if you were at hand - But I digress, we were looking for meat, not bones.

[ Another small, amused laugh escapes his lips. ]

I think I'll be seeing what I can do, to please the Gods, in order to get fresh meat here, for our little animal friends. Any requests?

[Hey, he's gotta point. Not like Sans has got a scrap of meat to these bones, yeah? He's pretty much all magic and nihilism, balled up into a convenient skeleton-shaped package.]

Not really sure what foxes eat, actually. Though it seems to like magic food all right.

[He's got no idea if that's good or reasonable for canines to eat, or if magic food lacks protein or somethin'. He's on a learning curve here.]

I figure stuff that'll work for dogs'll work for foxes too. Yeah?

[ Will was kind of amused by the idea that a skeleton had canines as pets. It was an image he just couldn't get out of his head. It was odd, Will felt more at ease talking to Sans than he had with anyone else so far. Perhaps it was because Will was used to talking to dreamed up images? Or the fact he considered himself to be a monster too? ]

In the wild, it would be small rodents, lizards, insects... Maybe even small rabbits and opossums... Not sure what wildlife we have in the caves that would be comparable to those here...

[ Will nods. If Sans could find something the dogs here liked, it would be fine for the fox too. ]

I'll see what I can do. See if I can wrangle up some pet food for you too.

Hey, thanks. You seem to know what you're talkin' about.

[And Sans's knowledge of dogs is pretty dependent on what he knows of the Snowdin Canine Unit, and he ain't sure how much those dogs really qualify as the same sorts of dogs Will is talkin' about here. Most of those dogs could actually enunciate whether they preferred dog food or pomeraisins, and that made it exponentially easier than guessing.]

Then again, it did show up with all those demon thingies, so maybe it wouldn't mind dragon meat.

I eh, have a lot of dogs back home, normally I'll always make their food myself... It's rather hard to do that here, though, what with the lack of supplies and again, fresh meat.

[ Sans had a point, though Will still didn't like to think about it too much. Sure, the cute little things had indeed arrived at the same time as the dragons, but that didn't necessarily mean they would eat them. It was more probable that the dragons would feast on the nug and fennec fox instead. ]

I've been meaning to have a word with the Gods here anyway... What better time than now?

[There was that fella who made the soup outta a couple deathclaws, made the meat all tender and tasty through pure application of technical culinary skill. But that requires little things like time and effort, and Sans would rather take the path of least resistance, whenever possible. If that means takin' cues from Will's vastly superior canid knowledge - hell, he'll take it.]

Lemme know how that shakes out. Might be Hope's your best bet; he's the guy you talk to for special diets 'round here.

Hope? He's the God I should talk to?

[ Oh this was going to be fun. Will had a shaky relationship with religion at the best of times, and now? Now he was going to find himself trying to bargain a deal with a deity. ]

Sure, I'll let you know how it turns out. If I er, if I'm able to get anything of any substance, I'll be sure to make you extra.

He's the one who usually gets you special food, yeah.

[Hope ain't his favorite either, though thanks for Frisk he's warmin' to him, albeit slowly. His opinion of the gods is pretty solidified as it is.

Sans winks.]

Don't sweat it, buddo. He might not have a sense of humor, but he tends to be pretty reasonable.

Edited 2016-12-23 00:21 (UTC)

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