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lostcarnival2016-11-11 07:15 am
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SLAGGING SANS
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.
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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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.
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"...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."