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[skelepun]

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TEXT; UN: I CAN B UR DADDY

[moneyballer]

hey, um

[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

[skelepun]

enough for you to reach out directly, i guess.

why?

sorry for this serial editing, it is Done

[moneyballer]

then why did you ask me who i was?

[No reason often implies otherwise.]

like, why does it matter to you

[skelepun]

would you buy i was just curious?

[moneyballer]

well if you were just curious

you'd have to be curious about somethin, right?

[skelepun]

so you wouldn't buy that. got it.

look, man. i'm just trying to figure out some stuff.

[moneyballer]

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.]

me?

[skelepun]

[No real point in being coy at this point.]

you're tangentially related, yeah, but don't get a big head about it. that's kinda my thing.

[moneyballer]

[This is not his first terrible offense, and it certainly won't be his last. But it is his most recent, most embarrassing-]

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

[skelepun]

[Sans blinks at his magitek screen. Huh.]

hey guy, can i ask you a question? are you a gymnast or something?