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[kittycaterer]

[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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[save_theworld]

[Considering how important Frisk seems to think this hot dog is, they don't seem all that bothered by him shaking it around. His questions are... they get it. Really. It took them a while before they figured out that food in the Underground didn't immediately need to be stuffed in their mouth.]

It's monster food. Sans made it.

[Which is hardly a proper explanation.]

Um. It's made of magic. It heals you. And it never spoils.