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[Sans nominally resides in a small two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Verens' usual Otherworlder housing district, but is pretty much never at home. Mail sent to that address is unlikely to ever see the light of day again. Mail sent to an Enforcers office with his name on has a marginally better chance of reaching him, if not of being read in a timely fashion. Mail sent to him via his brother had the best chance of all, but only while Papyrus was still around.

It's somewhat easier to track down him down in person: his current job involves patrol routes all over Verens, and when not frequenting diners or comfortable sunny benches he often even does it. He also turns up in Shaarnath from time to time - usually by himself, usually for the food. Still, he rarely shows up in the same place twice on a given day.

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[ Not following the rules of jaw-exercising while talking? He's already disobeying plenty enough by being a walking talking skeleton, so why not plenty more. Red isn't bothered by it anyway -- he's too busy talking to a skeleton. ]

I didn't know that! [ Though, the certainty quickly drops from his face. ] Oh, but now that you mention it... he did say he was part of a guard.

[ Wasn't it a Royal Guard? ...well, it's been a while. He doesn't remember, and he doesn't linger on it, shaking his head. ]

We've only talked a couple of times, but he seems like a nice guy. He's lively! [ In a very caps lock way, which Red presents like a good thing. ] What about you? What kind of job do you have?

[The lights in Sans's eyesockets flicker from left to right. Why yes, he is trustworthy enough to employ! Thanks for noticing.]

Well... I'm his brother. [He offers Red a broad wink and a left handshake. One of these things is slightly more physically plausible than the other.] Sans the Skeleton. Nice to meet ya.

[Also a joy buzzer between his metatarsals, which may just be the most plausible of all. Don't look at that one too closely, though.]

[ (That eye thing sure wasn't creepy!!) ]

Eh? [ His brother? His mind wants to think on that (didn't he talk like they weren't acquaintances a second ago...?), but there's fleshless hand being extended to him and he doesn't want to make his company wait, so Red reaches out to take it happily. ] Nice to meet you! I'm--

[ --Yelping, is what he's doing, his hand springing away as suddenly as the noise and vibrations had come. Joy buzzer indeed; that's put a damper on the good mood surrounding the boy, who looks from his hand to Sans with a wide-eyed expression, his mind now having something new to process. ]

You... did you trick me?

[ It's not actually an answer Sans needs to give; Red settles on yes, just before the first few chuckles come out and turn into a bubbling laughter that's more natural and comfortable then all the energy from before. ]

I can't believe it! I haven't seen a buzzer in years! [ It's actually... cool? ] How many people have you gotten today?

Heh heh... Today, you're the first. Congrats.

[After the handshake, he leans back on his elbow. That seemed to work well. It's a good thing his brother can make some nice friends when left to his own devices.]

I'll get you a certificate later. ... So, for reference, is that "Aargh" with one A or two...?

[ There's a small-lived look that flashes like he's not entirely happy about being the first (more boy pride than anything serious), but he'll live. Somehow. ]

Huh? Oh-- right! My name's Red. [ ...and he's feeling that tingling come again with his focus returning on Sans's everything, but he's trying to hold it in better, his free hand going to rest back on the counter. ] So Papyrus is really your brother? It must be great having family around nearby. Do you live close to each other back home?

Yeah, kinda. Same town. Actually, same street in the same town. ...Same house, in the same street, in the same town.

[If he could possibly sound any more laid back, he'd fall off this stool.]

Though, with my brother, there's, uh... not much of a distinction. If you know what I mean. [To wit: THE YELLING.] Isn't he great?

[ The guy sure knows how to give a delivery, getting another laugh out of Red once it clicks to him where he's going with that. Definitely a funny bone. Red likes it! ]

Yeah! I mean, I don't know him that well, but I wouldn't mind getting the chance to either. [ Eheh. ] I'm sure I'd picking off glitter for over a month if I did, but that's okay!

[ Jolteon still had specks trapped in his fur after only hanging around him for a moment. ]

Would you say he's someone you look up to often? Or do you stick with talking to his rib cage most of the time?

[ Get it. Get it! ]

...Man, I hadn't heard that one in a while. Nice.

[Sans grins broadly. No more than a pinch or two of green glitter lands on the bar at that punchline, but it's there.]

Just for that, how 'bout we get you a drink?

[ What a total opposite of Papyrus in the glitter department, which is odd, but Red wears as wide of a smile as Sans (isn't he always smiling) with a single laugh slipping between his teeth. ]

Alright! And you, too! [ Red turns more towards the counter, resting on his elbows with with his attention keenly still turned Sans's way. His head leans in his way. ] By the way, is it okay to ask about the world you come from? Is it normal normal to see humans and skeletons walking around together?

[ From the sound of Red's voice, it's a fantastical idea -- and a fascinating one, too. ]

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