IC Contact [Hadriel]

[somuchlove]

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[somuchlove]

He just asked questions.

Nothing too hard.

[Chara wants to ask how Sans knew this man but...well, they already said it. 'Let sleeping men lie.']

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[skelebro]

good.
after the way things went before...

well, it's good you and frisk are ok.

[Relatively, anyway. As "okay" as people like them get.]

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[somuchlove]

["Okay"...really has a ridiculous amount of meanings, doesn't it?]

I do not know if they spoke to that man, but they have not said so either way.

I do not plan on telling them.

['So don't say anything either', goes unsaid.]

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[skelebro]

yeah.

[That other Frisk's words ring uncomfortably in his ossicles still, even now. 👎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎♋︎♍︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎. A clear warning, as if - well, he don't need to strain the imagination to know why teaching 'em would be a bad idea. Either one of 'em.]

hey.
kid?

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[skelebro]

[Takes a long, long time for him to actually answer his own query.]




sorry about all the secrets.

be careful with 'em, ok?

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[somuchlove]

Sometimes secrets are all someone has.

[Chara knows that as well as anyone else.]

But I will do the best with what I have.

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[skelebro]

[Yeah, well. Sans would know how hard it can be, keepin' stuff like that. Still not sure how much the kid carries with 'em, but they shouldn't have to do it alone. And if they're even keepin' it from Frisk -

It ain't his business, though, huh?]

thanks, kid.
take care.