and while the way sans is dressed is certainly odd by steven's own standards, he keeps any and all judgement of outward appearances to himself. it's something that he's learned to do during his time in the colony - there's far too many instances of "strange" people to criticize everyone he meets from how they look. ]
For the first time in about a week, thankfully nothing.
[ he will never answer that like a normal person. ]
Say the name and I probably have it. I've amassed a bit of a collection over the months that I've been here.
[ seeing as it's one of the few things he can make without burning it, he buys tea frequently. he's rummaging for some green tea himself - he needs to try and take the tension out of his muscles. ]
Ever try doing nothing for a few days? Feels great.
[He says that with a knowing wink. Someone as dressed up and classy as Steven never does nothing for a few days.]
[Something about the way the guy carries himself tells Sans that he's not the kind of classy-rich that has maids doing everything or butlers driving him around or someone feeding him pre-cut food (that's what rich people do, right?).]
[In other words, Steven needs to cut himself a break. A REAL break.]
[ at this point, marinette phones him in response so as to facilitate their efforts. ... well, not after a brief slip-up of pressing the "call" button as ladybug first, though she is almost positive (?) it did not connect. why is she so clumsy, bless.
take no. two: she detransforms and crouches down on the rooftop she had been parkouring upon receiving his text, shielding the receiver from the light summer gust that picks up due to the altitude and trying to keep panic from rising in her voice when he answers. ]
—No one I've talked to has seen him at all day and he's not in ViViD. ... oh! It's Marinette by the way, hi. So, what about you? Any news?
[ for once, ladybug luck has failed her. she hopes the opposite for steven, however... ]
[ oh. well, he certainly isn't opposed to switching to voice - if anything, it keeps his hands free. but that unfortunately also means that breaking the news to her will be a little less emotionally isolated. he sighs. ]
There is news... though I'm afraid it's both good and bad. [ a pause. ] The bad news is that Adrien doesn't appear to be in the colony. The good news is that I've explained the circumstances to an acquaintance of mine that's been here for awhile now. She says that isolated disappearances like this aren't uncommon; he isn't in danger if this is such a case. He should return to the colony in three days' time.
[Oh. Wow. Steven. What the heck did they do to deserve a friend like Steven? It couldn't have been in this timeline. Or the last. Or any other timeline they've gone through, really. This is far more kindness than they deserve.
If they get the urge to cry at any given moment, well. Steven doesn't have to know. They'll duck their head the moment they feel their eyes stinging, and keep their gaze steady on the floor.]
... Thanks.
[Just gonna... shuffle up to him a little. Is it okay to go in for a hug? Because they're going in for a hug.]
Won't let something like this happen again, though. Promise.
[Other people shouldn't have to deal with their mistakes.]
[ with how often he's getting hugs nowadays, he actually sees this one coming. because of that, he can return it properly and without a moment of awkward hesitation. it's certainly warranted, and he's sure that frisk needs it. ]
I know.
[ but that's not to say that he'll hold it against them if that promise can't be kept - it's a big responsibility. but they thankfully don't have to worry about that at the moment, so once frisk decides to let go, they'll get a short little hair ruffle. ur a good egg, kiddo. ]
[ and here marinette waits with bated breath... literally. without even realizing it, she had began holding her breath in sync with steven's pause, only to let out a garbled, squealy gasp to learn of adrien's complete absence. "bad news" was quite the understatement; but, nevertheless, she does hang tight enough for steven to continue his explanation, body squirming as questions (and more panic) fill her head and totally not registering the fact that there is some semblence of good news, just... not what she wants to hear. and, whether he is finished or not, she blurts out— ]
— three days?!
[ that's like... one day longer than a weekend away from school how can she handle this absolute torture?! ] Wait, so where is he then? Why is it just Adrien? Can we get him back any faster? What's going on??
From how I understand it, he's back in your world. I'm not sure if you were told, but the concept of our worlds being destroyed is completely false. People have disappeared and returned with full memories of their previous time here. However, an instance like this, where a name still remains on the network, means that the disappearance is temporary.
[ yeah, he doesn't really get it either. he had plenty of questions for athena when she explained it, so he's just rewording what she said about it. ]
However, the flow of time between Cerealia and our worlds has discrepancies - what will be three days for us here could be any possible length of time for him in your world. When he returns, he may have some new memories of events that took place there. Unfortunately, there is no way to speed up the process on our end.
[ huh, that certainly is news— fantastic news, no less!—to marinette, though she hates to revel in it during such a situation. it does, however, further fuel her desire with coals of hope to find a way out for everyone, but one thing at a time, yeah? besides, a consideration comes to mind. ]
Wait, if that's true, then wouldn't staying back home be better? [ hella sad she got left behind, but for adrien's sake, at least he is home away from cerealia's crazy. ] Unless... what you're saying is, this place just pulls you right back in again after three days? That is, some...times? It's random then?
[ before she can fully get her brain wrapped around that concept, here comes the next bombshell. ]
Wha—?! So you mean, he could be home for years and it'll only be three days for us still stuck here?!
[ nooo! what if adrien becomes an old man without her?! ]
I'm sorry. I wish I could do more to help, but patience is our only option at the moment.
[ he sighs, because he really does mean that apology. it's the first time that he's seen marinette so down, and he feels somewhat responsible for breaking the news to her. ]
There's no need to thank me. I'm as concerned as you are.
[ he knows, honey, he knows... but he still feels bad about it.
there's a pause in his words for a moment as he mulls an idea over. if he can't bring adrien back, he at least wants to do something for her to pass the time a little; maybe take her mind off of the situation, if only for a moment. time to be a good dad and step up, steven. ]
Though in the meantime, may I treat you to lunch? I can imagine it's been a rough morning for you.
[ who knows. it might help ease his worries, too. ]
[ cue marinette's stomach growling at the mention of food. oh right, eating is a thing no matter how upset she is. she exchanges a brief glance with her familiar who has her ear? uh, head squished against the other side of her phone and gives a nod. if marinette is hungry, then she can only imagine how tikki must feel. after all, they did spend a good chunk of the morning running around as ladybug. ]
Actually, that sounds great. We'd— er, I'd love to.
[ he's about to question her little slip-up, but decides not to. he'll remember it, though - he's not sure for what, but he always makes sure to make note of small details like that.
either way, he's glad. ]
Wonderful. I have a nice place in mind; I'll send you the coordinates. We'll meet in an hour if that works for you.
I'm afraid not - at least, not in recent memory. I make a point of trying to keep myself busy.
[ sorry, sans. when you're champion of a region and the heir to a multi-billion dollar tech company, there's no time to do nothing. responsibilities loom, and he's not about to have someone else do them for him. sans is right about that much - he's a very hands-on rich boy. ]
Yeah. You've got a little bruise here [ she points on her face where it would be on Steven's face ], and given enough time not sleeping, those bags under your eyes could become as expensive as your suit.
[ eyebags so intense they could be called gucci
No mincing words here. Edna is as blunt as they come. She's sure his ego can handle it. ]
[Crazy productive people doing things and contributing to society. What'll they think of next?]
So that being said, what kinda things do you do?
[It's a question that's broad enough for Steven to answer as vague or as specific as he wants on whatever topics he's comfortable with. Just because Sans is using the time to check in on the guy doesn't mean he can't prod a little bit and figure out some more about him. Not that he expects to unearth anything shocking (Steven looks about as scandalous as a puppy), but it can't hurt to learn a few things. Kind of like interviewing a new babysitter. A babysitter who's better at watching your kid than you are.]
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