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Who: Ginko and Foster
What: Ginko has questions and Foster has somewhat questionable answers. Also talking about the nature of happiness or something
When: early in Heartstone; let's say Day 172? also it's night
Where: Ginko and Foster's room
Warnings: Foster van Denend explaining BDSM

The thing about being friends with Ginko - or even vaguely positive acquaintances - is that the more time you spend around him, the greater the chance of him abruptly broaching potentially-strange questions about whatever happens to be on his mind. In this case, something that's been on his mind for a good while now, but... well, he's had a lot of other stuff to think about.

So now, in a relatively low-stress moment, sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling for lack of better ideas for things to do, he turns to Foster.

"...What was that that Sans mentioned? A dominatrix?"

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Foster remains seated on the edge of the bed, staring sort of neutrally at his own bunk while he waits for Ginko to recover his marbles. There's something uniquely calm and still about him.

Ginko should probably try yelling at him more often.

"It can be." Foster replies after a second's delay to process it. He isn't even going to call that wrong, because it's not. That's part of the excitement of it... or it is to him, anyway. If Ginko is being rude, Foster absolutely doesn't care. That doesn't even begin to be a metric Foster cares about--or even notices, most of the time.

"It's.... mmm. Asserting power as part of sex, I guess." He pauses, then adds:

"Sometimes in costume."

[dontpokethat]

Honestly, he probably won't, because this is actually kind of weird. Sure, Foster's usual behavior can be distressing, but... so is this, maybe just because of who it's coming from.

"...Right. Okay." Well. Now he knows, he guesses, which... sheds new light on what Sans was saying, for sure. Was it worth it. "Couldn't you have just said that to begin with?"

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"No," Foster replies promptly. He still doesn't look at Ginko--he's lifted his head and is staring benignly into the far wall, as though perhaps there is something in the wallpaper that makes his job clearer.

"And I probably wouldn't... know how to say it, if someone else had to ask. So please don't ask me again." He smiles--brightly, easily, and pointlessly at the wall. As though admitting his own persistent incompetence is a place of absolute comfort for him.

Actually, it is.

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"...Fair enough. I won't." He sighs and leans back against the headboard of his bed, staring up at the ceiling... then he makes a face.

"Of course, now I have to live with the knowledge that Sans told you to pay him for power-based sex, but I guess I did bring that on myself."

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Foster... cracks up.

Not sarcastically, either; he ends up lying back on the bed, still laughing.

Okay, so maybe he has a real sense of humour sometimes.

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Ginko raises his eyebrows at Foster, partly out of surprise. He's not sure he's heard Foster genuinely laugh since Portland. If he has, it hasn't been very frequent, for sure. It's kind of a nice change.

He snorts and looks away, hiding the grin creeping over his own face. "Glad someone is enjoying this."

[criticallyfucked]

He gives another short laugh, but seems content to just lie on Ginko's bed for a moment, a look of something like idle peace on his face--at least for a moment. It's still not ideal; he drooled on himself a little while laughing, for example.

And then there's the next sentence that comes out of mouth.

"....I wonder if he actually has anything in his pants."

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Ginko makes a noise like his ribs are being crushed and presses his hands over his face.

"If he does, I don't want to know about it. In fact, I don't want to think about the possibility that he might."

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Foster, however, is thinking about it. He can't not, now that it's occurred to him--the intrusive thought train started as a harmless idea and now he's picturing it, a humanoid, fleshy dick and balls, just... floating, somehow, right in front of Sans' bleached-white pelvic bone.

"If he... if he doesn't, then does he wear underwear?" Mind that Foster doesn't wear underwear, which is a bit of trivia Ginko might or might not remember from Portland, but this is irrelevant to the question at hand. He sits up, and looks at Ginko like he's genuinely troubled about this.

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Please never describe that to Ginko. Ginko, who, upon hearing that, rolls onto his side, away from Foster, his hands still over his face.

"I have absolutely no idea, and I don't plan to think about it. Maybe you should ask him. And not me."

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Foster stares at Ginko for just a moment, upside-down. Then the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile--clearly insincere.

"I could ring him up on the radio," he offers. And before Ginko can protest, he rolls off the bed and onto his feet to retrieve one.

[dontpokethat]

In fairness, Ginko absolutely should have anticipated this. Somehow having failed at that, though, he makes a strangled noise and jumps to grab the nearest radio before Foster can - which would probably go better if he hadn't been lying on his bed to start with.

"I didn't-- oof!"

Yep, he's on the floor now.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster, on the other hand, went into motion with his plan already in mind. True, his radio is on his own bunk, mashed down between the pillow and headboard where he'd previously 'lost' it. But Ginko's is out in plain sight.

Foster makes a beeline for it while Ginko's face becomes better acquainted with the floor, even stepping neatly over the prone deer man on his way there.

He snags the radio with his long claws and begins to fiddle with the dial.

He's got a tight, almost smug smile on his face as he tunes through the channels.

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Dammit that did not go as planned at all. Ginko pushes himself to his feet and makes a grab for his radio. "Cut that out! You can ask him when I'm not around to hear it!"

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Too late.

Foster raises a paw, effectively cuing Ginko to silence as he presses the radio to one stiff, furred blond ear. Like a cell phone, basically--Ginko remembers those from Portland, right?

"Sans." There's no trace of laugh in his voice, incredibly; as a matter of fact, he's not even smiling. His eyes are lidded in that tired, jaded way Ginko's used to seeing, his tone flat.

"Question. Do you wear underpants?" He's starts to back away from Ginko, making very specific eye contact.

"I'm...!" The back of his legs collide with the bed and he goes down, his tone suddenly abrupt as he falls over backwards.

"Asking for Ginko!"

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Oh goddammit apparently he's too late to stop THIS shit from happening. Ginko braces a knee on the bed next to Foster so he can keep grabbing for the radio.

"--No he isn't!"

[osteothropy]

Sans is lying on his bed waiting to go out patrolling again when he gets the message, just chilling. He blinks once, and then very slowly and lazily brings the radio to his mouth, resulting in a long delay. You hear the crackle of static far in advance of his actual words. He smirks ever so slightly.

"Nah," he says.

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Sans will be able to hear Foster laughing--not the kind of jarring, callous laughter or mocking reflex he's usually prone to, but actual laughter.

"Oh, good!" he exclaims brightly, wiping spittle from his own chin as he angles himself to keep Ginko from grabbing the radio from him. As though that isn't ominous or absurd.

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Okay so this is basically Ginko's personal hell. He makes another grab for the radio. "--Why is that good? Why do you even care! Sans, why would you tell him that?!"

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"Uh," Sans drawls, intentionally long. "Why not?

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"Because that isn't information that Foster of all people needs!"

[criticallyfucked]

Foster doesn't look especially offended. He just looks back at Ginko, sliding off the bed to land gracelessly on the floor--and out of Ginko's reach.

"What do you think I'm going to do with that information?" he asks, his tone candid.

Don't worry, Ginko. There's no trick to this question. He just wants to know!

[osteothropy]

"Uh. Okay. What's he gunna do with those hot deets?" Sans asks, his voice still a lazy drawl. "Use my lack of underpants to match my lack of penis and butt against me?"

"Don't put your human butt baggage on me, Ginko."

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"I don't know what he's going to do, but I don't trust him. And I don't have any human butt baggage!"

He doesn't actually get off the bed, just tries to keep reaching for the radio from there.

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"You're the only one with human butt baggage." Foster is having a much easier time keeping the radio away from Ginko now. "And the only one with underwear."

He cradles the radio between his shoulder and ear, adding, "He wears briefs. Now it's even."