SLAGGING SANS

[dorkypantsuit]

Who: The Psiioniic and Sans
Where: Supervisor Grove.
When: Day 12
What: Talking about family.
Warnings: Cussing, discussion of past traumas is highly likely as well.

There's only so many times you can watch the same desperate skeleton leave letters at their brother's door, endlessly waiting for a response that never seemed to come. Ever since the Psiioniic had learned about Papyrus' situation, he had been hoping Sans would do something to resolve the situation on his own. He knew Sans was a private person and that he rarely liked to talk about serious things, but still, this was his family, that was important to most species, wasn't it? Despite the lack of knowledge on what a family should be, he knows to many species they are significant. What was most important, however, was that this relationship seemed significant to Papyrus, and for reasons the Psiioniic couldn't understand Sans just seemed to be ignoring him completely.

The more letters that were dropped off without response the more angry the Psiioniic began to feel. He would have been so grateful if he could spend time here with his quadrant mates. Here he was safe, but he didn't have the companionship of those people who mattered most to him. Now Sans had someone here who cared about him, and he seemed to be just throwing it away. It was infuriating. That's why the Psionic is waiting for Sans to show up that day. He knew Sans was god at avoiding people when he wanted to, but hopefully Sans wouldn't be trying to avoid him just yet.

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[dorkypantsuit]

Of course he was drinking. He tries really hard not to judge Sans sometimes, but the skeleton never makes that easy. He doesn't even waste time admonishing him for it. He doesn't even say hello back.

"Why aren't you writing him back." he doesn't bother to specify who, pretty sure Sans will know immediately what he's talking about. He isn't shouting, but he looks stern and his body language screams aggressive. Trolls depend more on posture and body language than humans do in reading others, and it's something Sans may have picked up on. Although he makes no move towards Sans or threatening gestures, his chin is held high, horns throne back in what is clearly a challenge, or at the very least a clear statement that he doesn't view Sans as a threat.

[osteothropy]

Sans stares at Psii uncomprehendingly. A lot of questions come to mind - how did he know? Has he met Papyrus? What did Papyrus say? It doesn't matter, though, he determines. His shock turns to a dismissive kind of annoyance sooner rather than later.

He reaches down to his mailbox to slip the letter into his hoodie pocket.

"How do you know I haven't?" he remarks, narrowing his sockets. That body language is threatening, and Sans is very much taking it that way. He's easier to trigger that way now than he ever was before coming here - it comes with the beast shifter territory, he guesses.

[dorkypantsuit]

He knows blocking Sans path is fruitless. He knows Sans can leave whenever he wants. The Psiioniic realizes this means he probably shouldn't do anything to make the skeleton want to get away. However, he really doesn't have a clue what that would be. Sans is impossible to read, whether he would be easily drawn into a fight or not Psionic doesn't know. He does know this is the most direct way he can think of to get the answers he wants, and he doesn't really have the patience to try anything else. He isn't looking for a fight, but to be completely honest, he isn't afraid of one either.

He certainly doesn't, however, want to be so summarily dismissed.

"That isn't an answer."

[osteothropy]

Sans pauses, tucking his hands in his pockets and staring at the troll darkly.

"Funny thing about that - can't say why I did something I didn't do. Or say why I didn't do something I did do. Even better: why don't you mind your own business?"

Far more direct that Sans ever tends to be about this kind of thing. He's on edge, and has no patience for being pushed.

[dorkypantsuit]

He takes a step forward, his anger getting the better of him, though thankfully his psionics remain unseen.

"He's your family. I know that's important."

Even if he doesn't understand that kind of relationship, he understands that much.

"Ignoring him is wrong. It's worse than wrong."

[osteothropy]

"Lucky for you, I'm not ignoring him."

He's avoiding him out of terror, that's totally different. Regardless of the truth, Psii is pissing him off with this attitude. Is he lying? Even Sans isn't sure.

[dorkypantsuit]

Whether Sans thinks he's lying or not, it doesn't matter. The Psiioniic knows that Sans hasn't spoken with Papyrus, otherwise he wouldn't keep bringing Sans letters. Sans seemed intent on making himself miserable most of the time, and although the Psiioniic didn't like it, he also knew you couldn't help someone who didn't want to be helped. This was different though, this time Sans actions weren't just hurting him.

"You're a coward. Why don't you stop running from your problems for once and face them!" He wants to rip the stupid bottle of alcohol from his stupid dumb hands. "Do you know how many people would love to be in your shoes right now!"

He's yelling now, but it doesn't even occur to him to stop. He's totally on edge, muscles tense as he tries to get through to the skeleton.

[osteothropy]

Sans takes a step back, his tail swaying warily, feeling and looking more and more like a cornered animal. His base instincts already want him to get violent in response, though he resists.

"... Buddy, you don't know a damn thing about my shoes," he growls, that implication sending a shiver of anger and grief up his spine.

[dorkypantsuit]

"Then tell me." he says, sternly though he's no longer shouting.

[osteothropy]

"Why should I?" he snaps, about as harshly as he's ever been heard speaking. "What are you going to do if I don't? Judge me? Call me a bum? Not exactly fresh content, pal. If you think I've got pride to defend you're wrong."

[dorkypantsuit]

He growls, a cicada like sound filling the air, his own aggression growing as Sans snaps back.

"I don't give a damn about your pride! I care that you're hurting someone and if you can't say why I'm going to make sure everyone knows exactly what's going on here."

He doesn't want to do it. He knows is San's is ignoring someone there's probably a reason for it, even if it isn't a good reason. Still, Sans is right, aside from using force there's nothing he can do to make Sans tell him anything. The only threat he has is to involve other members of their crew, and to tell the ringmaster. He feels bad making any threats at all, but still, what the hell else was he supposed to do?

[osteothropy]

"'N how could you do that when you don't know a damn thing about it?" he snarls, his tail twitching in apprehension at that growling. Don't even get him started, Psii. He doesn't need this.

"If you want to go an' make things worse then there's nothing I can do to stop you."

[dorkypantsuit]

Dang it. This wasn't working. Of course it wasn't, he knew it wouldn't from the beginning. Still he felt like he had to try, it was the right thing to do. So then why did failing make him feel like such shit?

Sans was always aggressively distant, if you were angry at him, yelled at him, touched to close to something personal he had this knack for becoming annoyingly cheerful, at least on the surface. The Psiioniic had expected that, but this wasn't what he had expected, Sans acting like a caged animal spitting back insults. Was the Psiioniic really that intimidating?

He couldn't believe that was the reason. Sans was pretty strong in his own right, his (much contested) proved it. Sans' anger, his own frustration, his misplaced sense of inadequacy, it all combined inside of him in a big tangled mess that was toxic on his control. His psionic glow was visible, despite his intent to avoid using his abilities. When he noticed, it honestly startled him, and that's when he stopped.

It must have seemed abrupt to San's, it was abrupt. One second the Psionic was growling down at the shorter skeleton, and then suddenly he was stepping back. He couldn't do this, this was wrong, even if not morally wrong in someway he definitely knew this is not how Signless would have handled the situation, which is really the thought that deflates his ego. He drops his head and sighs, shoulders slumping. The psionic aura dissipates, the last of it sparking into nothing around his horns. He was still annoyed, very annoyed, but he was no longer coming at Sans as though he was looking for a fight.

"I'm... Sorry." he said, not even looking at Sans, simply scowling at the empty air. "I shouldn't be trying to threaten you. I know it's your business and I should stay out of it... I just. I'm jealous."

He's frowns, his nose wrinkling in his disgust at even having admitted to it. He hates thinking that, he hates feeling it too. It's an emotion he's all too familiar with. He'd spent plenty of his days as a slave having to stomach the bitter feeling.

[osteothropy]

Sans deflates a bit at that too, having been prepared to dig in his heels and stand his ground, only to be faced with very little push back. His expression becomes less threatened and more uneasy - it's almost more difficult to reply to this than the outright challenges. At least he could just shut those down.

"...There are a lot of things that Papyrus doesn't know. About me, and about how things really were back home. I used to hide it better, but now I can't." He exhales through his teeth. "Things are different. An' until I figure out how to tell him that, I'm stuck."