somebody's waaaatchin' you

[skelepun]

Who: Sans & Ratchet + YOU (kinda)
When: Middle of the month, pre-jumanji
Where: Around the various collectives.
What: People-watching log! Comment with what your character is getting up to on their day and let two chuckle heads riff on them from a distance
Warnings: None atm!



(( OOC: Okay, so this log is a little different than usual. If you would like your character to be discussed by two fellow crew members, comment describing what they're doing with their day at one of the various locations down below! Feel free to team up with your CR and have a few of them run past or something! Anything you want that gives us stuff to jump off of. Threads may be long or short, but they will probably be jokingly teasing so be forewarned.

You only have to comment once! This is kinda a non-traditional log, but I wanted to see how it would work. Come play with us if like your characters getting joked on as much as we do. ))

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[neveroutwrenched]

[Ratchet takes a sip of his slushed drink, watching Toriel having what appears to be a pretty good time laughing at herself. He starts to turn to Sans, trying to think of something good to start off with when he catches the expression on his friend's face. It might not look all that different if you weren't used to Sans' distinctly...unique style of expression, but of course Ratchet's very used to it, and there it is. The goofiest of grins. He resists the urge to make fun of him right there.

He forgets the joke, and instead he gives Sans a long, expectant look. He takes another long drink through the brightly colored straw, waiting to see if Sans wants to say anything. Anything at all. Go ahead, pal. He's waiting.]

[skelepun]

[Much like Ratchet had grown accustomed to the nuances of his fixed smile, Sans had grown used to having the back of his skull eyeballed. When it came to sarcasm, Ratchet was an a whole 'nother audio-visual level.

It didn't help that, this time, he managed to make a very valid point without saying much at all.]

What?

[neveroutwrenched]

[The faintest of smiles tugs at the corner of Ratchet's mouth at that 'what' and he raises an eyebrow, straw still between his teeth when he answers.]

So how are things with you and Toriel?

[A noisy sip, reaching the bottom of drink.]

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[You're the fucking worst, Ratchet.]

Me n' Tori? Oh, y'know. [Sans takes one incredibly slow bite of his ice cream, voice lofty once he's swallowed.] We're good.

[neveroutwrenched]

Uh huh.

[He casually stirs the remainder of his drink, not looking up as he uses the straw to try and fish a piece of pineapple out of the icy slush at the bottom.]

Like, how good?

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Yeesh, what's with the third degree? [Sans asks, though his heard obviously isn't in the complaint, not when he goes back to staring out towards a certain person.] We're friends, y'know, it's...

[It's super not even worth trying to keep up the pretense at this point. Sans breaks, tugging his hood hard over his skull, most of his ice cream slopping onto the boardwalk planks. His voice is a hushed parody of grimacing pain.]

It's so awesome, dude.

[neveroutwrenched]

[Ratchet let's the piece of pineapple fall to the bottom of the cup, looking up as Sans pulls the hood over his head, an action that spoke as loud as the actual words.]

So that's...a real thing now?

[He's grinning, glancing over at Toriel and back to Sans, like he can't believe it.]

[skelepun]

For about two weeks, I guess?

[Leaning over the railing, Sans looks even smaller than usual, equal parts lovesick and just... weirdly sick. It's an openness only a short list would have the questionable privilege of seeing.]

But yeah, uh. Pretty sure its real. [He looks up, hood sliding back off his skull.] And it's on the DL, so...

[neveroutwrenched]

Aw, and here I was gonna make an announcement on the morning intercom. Let the whole ship know. Maybe throw a party.

[He's grinning still but it's a softer expression. It's not every day he's sees Sans like this. Some kind of...happy.

He leans on the railing next to him.]

It's pretty cool though. I'm happy for you guys.

[skelepun]

It's sort of weird, I'm not gonna lie. [He chuckles, rubbing at his socket with the heel of his palm.] I mean, I knew she was into me, I just didn't really get why. Still don't get why.

But we were talking about it and... I dunno. It just stopped being as freaky, I guess.

[neveroutwrenched]

Well, there's no accounting for bad taste, right?

[He flashes Sans a clear 'just-joking' grin, dropping an ice cube from his drink into the sand below.]

A lot can be said for a shared sense of humor. [Another ice cube.] Don't sweat the small stuff, Sans. She's into you, you're into her. [A shrug.] Just enjoy it.

[Because obviously there are no complexities.]

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[If Sans had a tongue, he might've stuck it out. As it is, he just rolls his eyelights skyward before resettling them on Toriel.]

Sounds really easy when you say it.

[neveroutwrenched]

[Ratchet throws another ice cube; it's kind of meditative to watch them hit the hot sand and melt within a few seconds.]

Why can't it be easy?

[skelepun]

Because it's not? [He doesn't say it sadly, so much as matter of fact. Even sort of peaceful.] Not at our age, anyway.

[neveroutwrenched]

Oh. Yeah I guess...with the kids and all...

[He hadn't really thought of that. Ratchet's idea of relationships was very firmly entrenched in the no-strings-no-mortgages dream of a twenties-something. He understood that that wasn't what it was like for Sans and Toriel but, it was hard to really get.

He throws another ice cube.]

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That's the tip of the iceberg, yeah. [Sans watches the ice cube melt slowly, smile tired but not sad so much as thoughtful.] Not to mention at least two of those kids have a father that isn't here.

You're what... twenty-five? [Sans crooks a smile.] Why aren't you just having some easy fun, anyway?

[neveroutwrenched]

I am having fun.

[He tosses the last ice cube.]

Yesterday, I bought a bird made out of seashells.

[Wild.]

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Well damn, shut my mouth. You're having more fun than any of us.

[Leaning down heavier against the railing, Sans lets his skull settle in his folded arms.]

Y'know, it's okay if you miss her.

[neveroutwrenched]

[Ratchet’s smile - what little of it there was - falters, caught off guard. A feeling like a short drop in the pit of his stomach at the mention of someone he was trying really hard to not talk about, or think about, or worry about, and just about anything about.]

It’s...not like that.

[skelepun]

Heh, sorry, man. [Sans shrugs, not sounding particularly sorry, but at the very least understanding.] I shouldn't have brought it up.