Sans (
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thisavrou_log2016-03-11 09:16 pm
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with scarves of red tied 'round their throats
Who: Sans + lots of people + YOU
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.

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safelybeds ))
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.

(( if you would like a top level, please let me know via PM or contacting me on plurk at
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Sans pushes inside, settling at Lara's bunk and arranging his bounty on the bedside table and mattress. "I've got over ten years on my bro, and lemme tell ya, that kid loved getting fussed over when he was a baby bones. I got this."
What's that? A not-so-subtle implication that Lara loves getting fussed at? Well, never let it be said that Sans didn't know how to tease.
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There's a moment where she's unspeakably, unbelievably happy that he's here, right now and real. She'd suffer a lot for that feeling. This doesn't seem like it would really be suffering, though.
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Sans pats the bed next to him, his perpetual grin a little broader than usual. He just might need this a little more than she did. Just maybe.
"C'mon, take one of these. Sorry if they're a little hot, it's hard to gauge that without skin."
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