Occam's Razor Does Not Apply Here

Well That Isn't Good 2/2

"Hello?" asked Prote, "Who is this?"

"Hello, this is Bahariasaurus of team 6f4a," Baharia said, introducing herself. Used to be a mouthful, but after so long, not really.

"Baharia! How are you?" came the human's cheerful, yet wispy voice.

"Fine, fine, thank you," Baharia responded, "I wanted to ask you about hiring a Sans from a railroaded universe."

"Ask" wasn't really the right word, but, you know. Pleasantries. The nasty little things.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that," said Prote, "It must be rough for Cae. I know he's pretty proud. Anyways, if you can get the statistics, I'll see."

Dang Prote, stop being so dang social. Knowing everyone's names and all, being casual, what sort of kind, ulterior motive did Prote have? Joke. That, was a joke. She was worse than Sanses, yes. Much worse.

"Yeah," said Baharia, taking the phone away from her mouth to whisper, "Stats," at Dorsal, before returning to the phone, "Just a minute. Dorsal's getting the code, but the to-be-newbie is a fell Sans, applying for a scouting position at the urging of his Papyrus."

"Baharia, I know that you've never hired someone before, but I have to tell you, that this is just a formality. Don't let yourself be nervous." Wait, how did Prote figure that out? Wait. She wasn't nervous, haha, nope? Nope. A sure, firm nope of resolve. "If the universe is railroaded anyway, we might as well. We'll put him in the scouting courses. See how he does. It would be better if the universe wasn't railroaded at all, but I hope that whatever Auran dished out was severe enough."

Nope. Nope. All the nope. Not the serious voice. Crap. This was why Baharia didn't go to Prote to be bailed out. Prote was all about those reprimands, and damn, those reprimands got nasty.

At first, Baharia had only thought them rumors, but then, after a bit of carelessness... well, Baharia wasn't such a fan of the "talk them to death" thing after that.

"...What am I supposed to say to that?" Baharia said, voicing the calm demeanor she wanted to have, blinking when Dorsal shoved the stats under her snout, "Oh, so the Sans has two attack, one defence, three hit points, and two levels of violence."

So not the worst underfallen Sans there could be. Probably just had anger issues or something. Baharia briefly wondered if he was a nerdy, or burly Sans. It didn't really matter, and she would find out soon enough.

"Hm," was all Prote said, "Catch you on the flipside, gorgeous." Click.

Two hundred seventy something years, and yet the kid still "flirted", well. Like a kid. Baharia had no way of knowing how good or bad Prote had started, or if the "flirting" was obvious on purpose.

Anyway, it didn't really matter, because according to her code, her soul belonged to someone else. Stupid code. Stupid love. The lowercase kind. If she could just edit that part out her, that would be fantastic. But no one knew how to manipulate the code. Only how to see it.

There was a ping as another photo showed up on screen. It wasn't taken by Cae's steady, but unfocused hand. Nope. It was taken by Cane's shaky, amatuer hand. With how much he stole Cae's camera, one would think that he would get better at it, but apparently not.

At first glance, it looked like he'd taken a picture of Cae, but the lack of blue on the outfit quickly told Baharia otherwise. It was a bit off putting, seeing a white-eyed, underfallen Sans, especially ones with those teeth. Turning to Dorsal, she chuckled.

"Hey," she said, "Is the nickname 'Tooth' taken yet?"

Dorsal snorted, "Didn't think you liked irony anymore."

"The irony of it is debatable," Baharia defended, getting back to her computer, with reasonable mouse sensitivity. She pulled up the database, and did a quick name search. Haha, nope. Yesssss. Okay wait. She was getting emotional again.