Sans :
Kiddo?
Sans :
Are you feeling any better yet?
Sans :
Are you jealous ~
Sans :
Dang, even that's not gonna get your attention?!
Sans :
Huh. Maybe I should just go.
Frisk is sitting on her bed, eyes red from crying, staring at the texts from Sans. She takes a deep breath and types.
Frisk :
Hey Sans...
Sans :
Kiddo!
Sans :
Where've you been?
Frisk :
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Sans :
Okay then, Frisky. I was gonna say that I love you.
*Sans deletes that message before he sends it*
Sans :
K, then kid.
Frisk :
Why did you text me in the first place?
Sans :
Just needed to tell you I broke up with her.
Frisk :
WHEEEEEEEE!!!
Sans :
?
Frisk :
Excuse my excitement. Why?
Sans :
'Cause. I didn't want ya to be mad at me.
Frisk :
Okay....
Frisk :
I gotta go now. Bye.
Sans :
Bye.
