geophile | cerealia

hey.

drop me a line when you get a chance.

it's about frisk. and all this crazy stuff that's going down.

[ no more than five minutes later: ]

Are they all right?

dang you're fast.

don't worry, they're fine. still wanted to talk to you about them.

mind meeting up? i don't mind going over to you.

Naturally.

If you could meet me at my apartment, I'd appreciate it. It's difficult to find a safe place to go nowadays.

ok. see ya in a bit.

[And literally two seconds later, Sans appears directly behind Steven in his apartment.]

[Hope he's not wearing anything embarrassing.]

Hey, buddy.

[ good fucking arceus, that almost scares the crap out of him. he's thankfully not in anything embarrassing - a little more casual than usual without his suit jacket, waistcoat and tie and dress shirt sleeves hiked to his elbows, but still quite put together. still, it doesn't stop him from staggering slightly. ]

How did you... [ you know what? no. ] ...Never mind. Hello.

[That's right, Steven. Don't bother asking. It's not worth it.]

[Sans throws himself into a nearby chair, lounging around like a champion.]

So.

Stuff's getting pretty crazy out there, huh?

[ at the moment, he can barely find it in him to care. his mind is far too occupied, whether it's with thoughts on recent events or the constant, biting stress over everything he's faced until this point (both in the colony and back in hoenn). he's good at hiding his troubles, but the furrow in his brow is unmistakable. ]

That's barely scratching the surface of the situation.

[ he sighs, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. ]

I'm sure you saw that network broadcast - the decision we make as a collective could decide our futures. It's not something we can take lightly.

[A couple of moments pass, and then Sans sighs. Which is pretty weird for a skeleton with no visible lungs or anything like that.]

Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm here. I wanna talk about what to do with Frisk if things go belly up.

[ if he weren't so distracted with his own thoughts, he'd comment on how strange it was to see him in a state that wasn't seemingly carefree. but of course, now isn't the time for such remarks. ]

I intend to protect them in any way that I can.

Well yeah, that's a given. I do, too.

[He can be serious... once in a blue moon. And only if that little human kid is involved.]

I'm talking about if one or both of us can't.

[ he'd be lying if it wasn't something he's thought about, but what sans is talking about is a very real possibility. ]

I'm almost surprised you're including me in such a notion.

[ seeing as steven isn't from their world, that is. ]

If I am incapacitated, my Pokémon know to work in my stead. At least for a while, they can keep Frisk safe.

Great. I know a guy who can help out, too. Just in case.

[He glances up at Steven from his comfortable lounge and raises an 'eyebrow'.]

I dunno why you think I wouldn't include you, though. Frisk likes us both.

[ that gets a small smile from him. ]

Not wanting to impose, perhaps.

[ but that's all he'll say about it unless prompted. maybe it's a little silly now that he's thinking about it, but it's still something that's going to linger in his head. ]

And who would be the person you have in mind?

Nah, dude. You never imposed.

[When Sans is serious, you know he's being sincere with everything he's saying--especially the compliments. Nicely done, Steven.]

He's a human guy. Goes by Darin. One of those heroic do-good types.

If your buddies need an extra hand in taking care of Frisk, I'd trust him.

I mean... he tells some pretty outstanding puns. He has to be a good person.

I'm relieved to hear that.

[ and he really is. if he's managed to be some sort of help or guidance to frisk, then he's done his job. having recognition from others about it isn't necessary, but it's nice. ]

I've seen him here and there. I'd like to take your word on his trustworthiness, but I'd rather speak with him as well if we're all going to be on the same page.

[ puns are... not exactly what he'd consider a moniker of a good person, but it's a start. ]

Sure. I can see when he's free for a meet-up.

I don't think we should go with a fancypants place, though.

[Because that's a disaster waiting to happen.]

Sorry, buddy.

Good.

[ well, he expected as much. "fancypants" places are far more up his alley than most - he gets it. it's easy to feel out of place if you're not used to them. ]

Come, now... You make it sound like I'm unreasonable. I'll gladly meet at any place of your choosing.

I'm gonna throw you a bone here and let you know a little secret.

Neeeever ever let give a guy like me that kinda power.

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