[Asher Millstone has always been the fragile sort.
Perhaps months ago, the question Sans asked would have garnered a different reaction. Today, however, the law student worries about what that supposedly innocent inquiry might entail.]
some stuff that had a lil somethin somethin to do with
[The first part of the message is sent so quickly in reply that it speeds by, although the second is delayed, punctuated by a nervous gulp that Sans doesn't see.]
TEXT; UN: I CAN B UR DADDY
[Asher Millstone has always been the fragile sort.
Perhaps months ago, the question Sans asked would have garnered a different reaction. Today, however, the law student worries about what that supposedly innocent inquiry might entail.]
this is probably gonna sound a little weird, but
do i know you from somewhere?
text; un: anonymous
why?
sorry for this serial editing, it is Done
[No reason often implies otherwise.]
like, why does it matter to you
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you'd have to be curious about somethin, right?
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look, man. i'm just trying to figure out some stuff.
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[The first part of the message is sent so quickly in reply that it speeds by, although the second is delayed, punctuated by a nervous gulp that Sans doesn't see.]
me?
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you're tangentially related, yeah, but don't get a big head about it. that's kinda my thing.
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i'm sorry for what i did
[An incriminating statement, perhaps, but he can't trust that the worst hasn't happened already.
If the person on the other end has already heard the whole story, he must think of Asher is some kind of monster. It'd make sense, after all.
He'd be right.]
it won't happen again
i promise
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hey guy, can i ask you a question? are you a gymnast or something?