[text/action] better luck next timeline

[punful]

[It's late afternoon when Sans goes and knocks on Papyrus's door. Nothing important--just wanted to say hi, bother his brother a little like usual, maybe chat. Only the door is unlocked.]

[And the room beyond is empty. As if no one ever lived there at all.]

[Ah. Alright, then.]

[He loses track of time, just standing in Papyrus's old room, hands in his pockets, not really moving.]

[An hour or so later he figures he should probably let people know. So he makes a very simple text post.]

papyrus is gone.

[Then he leaves.]

[ACTION]

[He sticks a post-it note on his door that says gone fishin'.]

[It's evening when Sans goes to the beach. He even has a fishing pole--a guy named Death taught him to fish one time--but he's not doing anything with it. It's mostly just there to complete the joke.]

[He sits at the edge of the water for hours, watching the sun set.]



[ooc: sans will probably not be responding to messages]

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[theothermrgray]

[It was a beautiful sunset, wasn't it? The light dancing across the water, the waves lapping against the shore... It was a bit too cold to be going to the beach, but Dorian felt like walking along the shoreline this evening to take in the view.]

[He sees someone near the water, carrying a fishing pole, staring off into space. Curious, Dorian strolls up to the man, going to introduce himself, when upon further inspection, he realizes the man is literally skeletal. A jolt of fright shoots down his spine, only to fade into guilt as he remembers another incident in Neverland he would rather forget.]

Sans?

[punful]

[He mentally acknowledges the sound of someone's approach, but he doesn't move. The voice is familiar, sorta. Oh, right. That one kid from Neverland. Yelled at him to get out of a tree or something.]

sup.

[theothermrgray]

[His voice sounds much gentler than the kid from Neverland. In fact, should Sans care to look, he would find an fancy young adult instead of a ruthless child.]

Nothing much, really...

Mind if I join you?

[This does look like a good place to sit and chill.]

[punful]

[He doesn't look back or even really answer. He just sort of gives an expansive shrug. Free world and all. Guy can do whatever he wants.]

[theothermrgray]

[... Dorian's going to take that shrug as a yes and take a seat next to him.]

[He spends a few minutes taking in the sunset, admiring all the beautiful colors and the gentle sea breeze.]

... Lovely day out, isn't it?

[punful]

[It's a lovely day out. Maybe birds are singing. It's probably too cold for flowers. On days like these...]

sunset's nice.

[theothermrgray]

Indeed.

[It's plain to see this conversation isn't very deep. Really, neither side is making much of an effort to break the ice. Dorian wouldn't be able to right now, since he doesn't really know Papyrus or see any significance in him leaving other than a missed opportunity. As far as he knows, Sans might always be so melancholy, or the skeleton might be having a bad time. Dorian might know how that feels; he's already had to endure two events that poked at his guilt and put it on display for the world to see. Rather humiliating, isn't it?]

[Either way, Dorian seemed peaceful enough, content to watch the sunset fade into a starlit sky. He let his senses overwhelm him, remembering how nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. Maybe Sans was the same way, maybe not, but a little taste of calm and quiet helps.]