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IC CONTACT
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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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[despiteeverything]

[Whatever reaction Sans is expecting, it's probably not the one he gets.

'maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you [...] is what you have to do really worth it?'

Those words. They weren't in the same order or quite the same intentions behind them maybe. But Frisk knows them. Frisk whirls around to stare at him, breath catching in their throat as the snow dies away completely.

'well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now.'

A smile spreads across their face, a wistful and hopeful thing all in one. Unbidden, small yellow flowers peek out from around their feet, covered in frost as they are. Frisk shakes their head.]

I don't think I can. I didn't... get this far by giving up, did I?

[Especially not on people they care about.]

[seriff]

...?

[Something flickers in Sans's eyesockets. It doesn't seem like they really get it, and he wouldn't yet have expected them to, but... they're happy with this anyway? What a freakin' weird kid.

Then again, why is he surprised? It's possible that they know him better than he knows himself. If they died as often as they claim, even this early on, that must be a lot more than just three times they skipped back and forth, to learn the shape of what was about to happen... He never had that luxury.

That's what they're going to need, he figures. A touch of guidance from people who are used to knowing a little less. Just a nudge before the point of no return.

Here's hoping they find someone else to give them that, then.

There's a tentative warmth in the air as the snow clears out of the way of the sunlight. It stings like hell, enough to make Sans give his jacket hood another tug. Thank goodness he doesn't have skin, or it might feel worse.]

I dunno, did you? According to you, I wasn't there.