#IC;; sᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ.

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👀 + Do you ever feel completely hopeless and helpless? Like your life is meeting a brick wall and there's nothing you can do about it?

👀  // ACCEPTING.

* “ …i used to. “

* “ feheh…anyone who says they haven’t is fucking lying. “

*[A bitter sounding laugh, and it tastes just as foul; clings to his teeth, as they’re displayed in a lacking grin. Pupils are dark, the lights fading with thought and unwelcome nostalgia.]

* ” …nowadays, though? i don’t let myself. thinking about whether there’s hope…whether i can do a damn thing about anything…it’s a waste of time. ”

* “ – i’ll never let anything make me feel helpless again. i stay focused on tearing down that wall; i just keep trying harder, even if it’s agony. “

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@somefellbros

*[As Husky approaches, Sans is casually leaned against the nearest brick wall and playing a game on his phone. As if sensing the alternate’s presence, the taller turns, and SMIRKS.]

* “ -- took you long enough. “

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‘ just hold me. ’ (stardustmemoriiiies)

SOFT ANGST. // ACCEPTING! // @stardustmemoriiiies

* “ … what? “

*[The request definitely catches him off-guard, and for more than one reason. As long as he’s lived, Sans has never considered himself the type that exudes a comforting vibe. He’s combative, and antagonistic, so it’s no surprise that few have ever come to him for that sort of support. In fact, the swindler would even say he prefers it that way; why go to all that TROUBLE for someone, when nobody would do the same for him?]

*[…Still, with Azure looking so downtrodden– so utterly depressed – even a heartless monster like him can’t find it in that SOUL to deny.]

* “ uh… okay, sure. “

*[Taking a slow step forward, lengthy arms reach out and tightly embrace the much smaller alternate. It’s…weird, and warm, and Sans isn’t quite sure how he feels about this uncharacteristically gentle action…but if it brings back even a fraction of Azure’s smile, it might just be worth it.]

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“ stop it! ”

XX // ACCEPTING!

* “ nah…don’t think i will. “   

*[ – And Sans doesn’t STOP, continuing to stick his tongue out at her despite the request for respite. Guess that’s the just the way it’s gonna be.]

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*[Shows up 30 minutes late to his own funeral with afterlife starbucks-- ]

* “ -- what’s the wifi password? “

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*[An immediate step away from the slightly shorter, just in case the alternate should try and make good on that offer of a hug. Curve of an ever-present smirk falls, suddenly, and pupils are dulled with APATHY.]

* “ ...if you don’t like it, you could always fuck off and leave me alone. your choice, really. “

* “ -- and don’t even think about touching me. i bite. “

@blue-scarfed-attackerr​ // continued from HERE.

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* “ -- i’m the baddest bitch to ever play the game. “

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*[He can hear them laughing with one another even from a distance.]

*[Cooling off in the shadows cast by a nearby building, having intended to come here for a quick smoke and then slink off to who knows where, Sans watches as the alternates converse-- quite the eyesore, if you ask him, and those voices grate on the skeleton’s metaphoric ears. (Because they look happy; because they aren’t yelling; because they can stand to do that stupid shit family is supposed to, and he hasn’t talked to his own brother in a little under 2 years.) ]

*[...But who’s counting that shit, right? “ you don’t care about that,” Sans forcefully reminds himself; “ you don’t need him. “ ]

*[A breath of pollution into the already thick city air, and as he grinds out the butt of his cigarette underneath unforgiving boot, so too does the degenerate crush this train of thought. It lingers in his bones, irritable and volatile, but Sans’ long strides as he stalks towards the pair of newcomers are only as menacing as the criminal wants them to be; always in CONTROL.]

* “ ...if you two came here looking for a place to take a nice little stroll, you sure as hell picked just about the crummiest city on this planet to do it in. “

*[Standing before the siblings, violent hands stuffed into the pockets of his charcoal hoodie, pupils are deeply frostbitten nevertheless and betray the wide grin that stretches across Sans’ face.]

* “ -- if you aren’t careful, someone might just make victims out of you. “

CLOSED STARTER. // @somefellbros

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I like the neon goth aesthetic ye got goin there mate.

* “ – fresh to death. “

*[You’ve done the world a great injustice by boosting his EGO.]

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“I believe you.” (stardustmemoriiies | azure?? have a weird Thing for fells? it's more likely than u think)

3 WORDS. // ACCEPTING! // @stardustmemoriiiies

* “ – a poor choice, really. “

*[Standing before the alternate, just close and tall enough to loom over Azure, Sans really can’t fathom why someone would lend him even an ounce of their trust– given the slightest bit of wiggle room, the degenerate always takes to thrashing about and causing trouble. Everytime, without FAIL.]

*[So is the shorter just trying to make him feel BAD? Hoping that Sans will regret the blatant and dirty lie he had just gifted the naive believer with, and change his tune? It won’t work, as much as the more upstanding of the two might hope– it never does.]

*[Nothing ever really CHANGES; why should he?]

* “ …what’s your angle, anyway? trying to get on my good side? “

* “ ‘cause all of my sides are equally shitty, sweetheart. “

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* “  well, what do we have here? “

*[As Sans strides up to the sentry station, grin paints a mischievous picture on his features-- steps are long, yet agonizingly slow and purposeful. Unabashed, the hustler leans his arms on the wooden surface as he speaks to his alternate; thin eye-lights dance as they bore into those opposite, playful like a fox.]

* “ ...is this fine establishment selling ‘dogs? “

* “ -- ‘cause us criminal types tend to work up an appetite. ”

@onehpwonder​ // liked for a STARTER.

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*[Fingers imperceptibly tremble with the ache of bloodied knuckles as Sans lifts a cigarette to treacherous grin, savoring the taste of nicotine he knows scandalously well.]

*[Inhale; EXHALE.]

*[Watching as his personal cloud of ash rises into the air, contentment comes in the form of pockets that feel a little heavier with profit. Pupils smolder, more ALIVE than the rest of the skeleton as thoughts pass in and out of a skull still buzzing with thrill and threat.]

*[What an EASY job that had been; too easy to be fun, but lucrative beyond all belief. No regrets.]

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🎁 + the severed phalanges of other Sanses who attempted to steal from him.

🎁 // ACCEPTING.

* “ – ! “

*[Visceral reaction is, of course, a great deal of repulsion; SHOCK. Though this surely is not Sans’ first time playing the cat-and-mouse game that is threats, nobody has ever made such a statement– it’s been far too long since a real challenge has come knocking on his front door.]

*[Much like any relationship, one is most content to do an equal amount of chasing as being chased; BURNT OUT on pursuing chaos, sometimes it’s preferred that the trouble comes looking for him.]

*[As initial surprise fades, the criminal realizes he’d simply been staring at the gruesome gift all this time– what kind of expression is he wearing right now, Sans wonders? Taking one of the phalanges into his hand, skeletal swindler turns it over in a loose grasp; thin slits for pupils flare with an untamed amount of energy, distinctly EXCITED by the prospect of danger and not about to tuck tail and run.]

* “ feheh– unbelievable! ”

*[Wanton grin stretches, and HELL stirs beneath the soles of his boots; eager to DEFY.]

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* “ -- damn, do you ever stop talking? “

*[It’s not like he has any plans to be rushing off to, truth be told, but Sans isn’t about to sit through a LECTURE; has all sorts of better things he could do. Which is bold, coming from the guy that just watched the human drop her twenty dollar bill and snatched it off of the ground. Right in front of her.]

*[...But it’s his, now. Finders keepers, and all that.]

* “ ...listen. “ 

* “ i’m gonna take my money and go, ‘kay? “

*[Tone is coercive, and the lights in the thief’s sockets are ice cold to contrast the widening of a sharp GRIN-- a threat.]

@ofgriefs // liked for a STARTER.

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" Ya wanna cut the shit and tell me what da fuck is goin' on here, asshole ? " Cue a ferocious snarl, large, blocky hands tightening into brick-hard fists.

* “ feh! do i wanna, he asks! ”

*[Arms crossed, forever leaning against something, Sans seems entirely too relaxed while he tosses the mockery at the alternate’s feet– like it means NOTHING. As the mercenary sizes his newest entertainment up, not bothering to make it discreet, a challenge dances in the light of those pupils.]

* “ …not particularly, no. ” 

* “ – is that gonna be a problem? “

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“Pain changes people.”

3 WORDS. // ACCEPTING!

* “ … yeah, it does. “

*[Though to some, a statement like this would be something of a claim to empathy– an utterance of “ i understand your suffering “ – the tone of Sans’ voice edges more on the blunt than the compassionate as it mingles with the smoke of his cigarette. So far as he concerns himself, the other has simply stated a FACT; no more, no less.]

*[Still, the intrigue is clear on the mercenary’s face despite the shadows cast over their little rendezvous; eyes linger, PRYING in a way that comes as second nature, but expression remains decidedly neutral.]

*[It’s not everyday that someone requests to get their own ass beat, but a job is a job.]

*[Indeed, seeing the impressive amount of coinage held in the client’s hand is all the incentive Sans needs; reaching out, he takes the PAY without an ounce of hesitation or judgement and stuffs it into his pocket. In that moment, it’s as if an icy gust of wind kicks up– pupils dull almost instantly, something EMOTIONLESS snuffing out all the lights.]

* “ … nonetheless, unless you want me to kill you, i need to know when you’ve had enough. ”

* “ – give me a safe word. “

*[Throwing spent cigarette to the ground, the skeleton CRUSHES it beneath his boot.]