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[realbadtime]

... huh.

[Yeah that sure... was a graveyard. How spooky. He'd spend time standing here, pondering the semi-permanence of the corpses under his feet but he... well.

There was a lot of stuff for him to process that... Sans really didn't want to put all that energy into. It was confusing, yes. It was scary, yes. Somewhere, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, there was a sense of intense discomfort. Not being where he ought to be, questioning if this was actually the surface he'd found, why just him, was there anyone left-

But that was under far too many layers of caked on, cemented and wrought iron apathy that... he just sat down next to a massive headstone, rested back against it... and fell the fuck asleep.

Whatever.

Maybe he'll just stay here forever.

Who cares?]

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[realbadtime]

[Who is this? He doesn't know. Does he care that he's being woken up by a stranger? ... Not really. The little skeleton shifts and then stretches, before looking around at the little bird bones scattered across the graveyard.]

... i think i'll be alright, don't worry.

[panaceaa]

If you're sure. [Guardian shrugs and then stands somewhat laboriously. If the skeleton wants to take a dirt nap in a graveyard full of bones, then uh, that's his prerogative.]

[It's not until they take the first step away that another thought crosses their mind. They stop and look back.]

Though I have to warn you, things have been getting unpredictable around here lately. You might want to find some cover before it gets too late.