somuchlove | IC Contact [Hadriel]

we're no strangers to love
you know the rules and so do i

[like...this was totally supposed to be an audio text to someone else, but instead this is going to come blaring out of Chara's phone]

So theres rooms were allowed to take if we want to.

Do you want to?

what happens if the universe implodes?

[Does it really need saying?]

do i need to draw the line in the sand, or are you gonna behave?

[It's not really something that requires words, or even a note left to ensure the gift giver is identified. There's not many people who have access to their apartment; even less who would know the difference between two blank rooms, both as neatly made as the other, both lacking much in the way of identification when both children are out.

So where the coloring book and assortment of crayons and pencils have come from is really not all that questionable- but they do hope Chara likes it anyway.

They thought it was pretty cool.]

I found Sans.

He doesn't look so good. Is it okay if I bring him home?

Do you mind if we find a new home?

did you know this place is full of kids?
and they all seem to like striped shirts.

[It's not much. He really don't know what else to do, in the wake of everything. He can't offer much other than bad laughs and good food. Good friends, though? Heh. Don't make him laugh.

Chances are he's gonna regret this. But he can just tack this one onto the long list of regrets he's already got. What's one more, yeah?

So there's somethin' in a tupperware container outside the door to the place Chara shares with Frisk and Asriel. Tacked to the outside is a note:]

* apostrophe-dog.
* it's short for hot-dog.
* heals 20 hp.

[And within?

It's a water sausage in a bun slathered with ketchup, just like the ones he'd hawk to passers-by Underground. Made from magic, full-stop; it won't spoil, it'll always be hot, and it'll restore HP like any other healing item.

He ain't used to doing much. But considering how he wasn't doin' much besides lying on the couch and surveying the ceiling, it's maybe the least he could do. Maybe it means Frisk won't have to go to such, uh...extreme lengths this time.

It's monster food. Monster food is good, right?

That's the HoPe.]

[Have a picture, Chara.

It is a picture of a skeleton, buried up to his neck in sand. Seems the illusion carries all the way into photographs, and hopefully, it'll stay that way.

He looks like he's having fun.

The picture has aptly been titled; 2 much Sands, 2 little time.]

[Quick Chara he needs confirmation on something.]

i was thinking of giving you some "space" but i didn't "planet" out very well at all.
thoughts on pluto?

Don't let Sans in the apartment anymore.

[In regards to certain issues with sweets and water, there's one child who may not put it past their partner to be tricking more than one person at the same time. That, or things have wildly escalated out of control more rapidly than expected.

It calls for some radical action.

In this case, the prankster in question is well aware that a loud trick probably doesn't belong in this household. Something quieter, but no less visible, is always great.

So you know. Enjoy your hot new look, courtesy of the inane shampoo bottle everyone's been using for the past week. Did they ever tell you that purple is your color, Partner?]

Edited 2017-03-28 21:42 (UTC)

Chara where are you

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[He made a little deal not too long ago. It took some time for him to have the, uh, requisite motivation to make good on what he never promised, but given the star-speckled ceiling, maybe this came along at the right time. Little pieces of the Underground seeping in, bit by bit. He had to arrange things carefully, and he ain't much of a gardener, but luckily the flowers themselves are fairly prolific on their own. Don't require much watering, or even sunlight to flourish, just as they didn't Underground. Naturally invasive species, maybe.

They're pretty enough that he's thinkin' people won't much mind

A small crop of them starts to take root in the orchard, blanketing the ground in golden sprigs. The air around them almost feels warmer by association.]

hey, kid.
you busy?
got something for ya out in the orchard.

Hi Chara. I wanted to just call and apologize. I'm sorry that you witnessed the very obvious results of my poor choices. I'm afraid I don't remember too much but I do remember that you stayed on the phone with me until Sans got there.

So I'm sorry and I am grateful.

text on 7/12, aka the beginning of the lost in translation event (1/?? pls hold)

2016.07.13 MISFIRE

[God knows this is a thing at some point haha]

8/20 tune in for you daily shitpost

9/10, text

[backdated to just after the zombles uwu]

[Text] - backdated!

eyyy 11/10 text