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entrancelogs2017-12-16 04:29 pm
postictal) wrote in entrancelogs2017-12-16 04:29 pm
Entry tags:
- 2064 read only memories: turing,
- from dusk till dawn: seth gecko,
- marble hornets: jay,
- marble hornets: tim,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- night in the woods: mae borowski,
- the adventure zone: lucretia,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: sans
merry christmas; i could care less [ open ]
Who: Real Tim, Mirror Tim + YOU / Real Frisk, Mirror Frisk + YOU
Where: All the heck over my guys
When: 12/13 - 12/20
Rating: PG to start with, will edit for anything higher
Summary:
The Story:
[Just kidding starters are in the comments.]
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Where: All the heck over my guys
When: 12/13 - 12/20
Rating: PG to start with, will edit for anything higher
Summary:
The Story:
[Just kidding starters are in the comments.]
[Let me know if you want something closed cooked up special, etc., or hit me over at
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He's tired. They both are.
He tilts his head a little at the sudden apology.
"oh, uh. it's okay. probably deserved it."
He tries to shrug, and it ends up being a sort of full-body thing as he arches his back. He turns and starts trotting back toward the wall. He pauses after only a few feet and glances back.
"uh, but. i...do actually get it. maybe not in the same way, but... i know that kinda just makes it worse, that i get it but still...did that. i just--don't want you to think that part was a lie, that i was--stringing you along or something from the very beginning. i wasn't. i..."
Doesn't really matter. Still no reason for Tim to believe him now, and anything else will just turn it into a pity party. Tim doesn't need Sans to relate to on all that stuff. He's got Jay, right? Jay gets it too, probably gets it better than Sans does. Sans was the one who needed Tim. If that's gone, Sans has no one to blame but himself.
He'll make do.
He keeps trotting toward the wall, wondering how far away his room is by an ermine's standards. Gonna be exhausting. Maybe he'll just go hunker down in the kitchen till this wears off.
"hey, uh, in case i don't see you--happy holidays, yeah?"
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He can't remember the last time he actually celebrated a damn thing like this. Even if the cheer is false, even if the merriment is artificial, even if it's just as fabricated and soulless as a juicebox and a couple of cheap store-bought Christmas cookies from WalMart for dessert on the day of, it's a damn sight better than waiting by the phone for a call that wouldn't come for another two days because the time flew by. It's better than getting a card in the mail for New Year's with nothing but a dispassionate scrawl - Love, Mom.
It's better because for the first time, he has people he doesn't mind celebrating with, so to speak.
...friends.
"Yeah." His expression is a little drawn, a little tight, but there's a softness to the corners of his lips that almost turns them up into a smile. "You too, buddy."