i promise that i'm gonna pay you back [closed]

[skelebro]

Who: Carlisle, Frisk, and Sans
What: Sans has been learning glyphcrafting. He brings a child with him, as you do
Where: Delight's Bar
When: 2/08
Warnings: Nothing serious, will update if necessary



[So this is lesson two, now, and it's about time to start shakin' things up as required. He's been picking up the starting pieces, the basics, and if they're gonna be doin' them some refreshers, then he might as well bring along a friend for the finer points.

He did offer, after all. It weren't a promise, but it was somethin' important, and he's gotta be doin' a little better, right? That's what he told himself. What he told them. And you don't change a kid's mind overnight, 'specially not one as stubborn (though some might use the term "determined") as this one, but maybe you give 'em a reason to keep going, if they can. You give 'em a reason to stick around.

You give 'em something to look forward to.

And so that's how Sans heads to Delight's place with a kid in tow. Unbeknownst to Carlisle, this private lesson's about to become a double feature.]

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[tongueamok]

Learn... something.

[He minds, Sans. He very much minds. Carlisle laces his fingers together, grinding his teeth behind his closed lips, wearing creases of uncertainty into his face.]

This isn't exactly an observational craft, Sans.

[skelebro]

[They say the word like their very presence is an imposition upon the whole shebang, like maybe it merits an apology or twelve, 'cause they're - what? Such a burden? Such a problem for everybody?

Well.

Fuck that.]

Don't see any reason why they couldn't learn a thing or two, along with yours truly. 'S a whole new thing for both of us, y'know?

[What he's saying, albeit in so many words, is that - congrats, Carlisle. You now have two students for the price of one!]

[save_theworld]

[They should really just go.

They really should, and they mean no offence to Carlisle, by staying. The simple fact is that if they leave now, Sans would probably get upset; at the both of them. If they stay, Carlisle would be mad too-

It's a catch 22. Not a comfortable one, at that. Fingers curling into their sleeves, Frisk says...nothing. It's not really up to them.]
[And good children know when to be quiet.]

[tongueamok]

I agreed to teach you, some kind of magical undead. Not a child.

[No one has ever claimed Carlisle is good with kids. He has a second thought almost immediately after that last word leaves his mouth.]

... This isn't some... magical child from your world, is it? Where everything is apparently made of magic whether you know how to use it or not?

[skelebro]

[He lifts a phalanx, his tone never deviating from its amiable done. The pinpricks of light in his eyesockets, however, seem to have locked onto Carlisle with an atypical, narrow focus.]

First of all - I'm a monster, not an undead. We've covered this. Secondly - their name's Frisk, and I think you'd be surprised.

[Might not be magic in the conventional sense, but it certainly is a sorta power, and that might translate into glyph-crafting. And god knows the kid could use a break, for once in their life.

Speakin' of which.

He drops his gaze to the kid in question, on account of - they're bein' real quiet. They said they would, and they usually are, but it pays to check. To ask 'em instead of makin' the assumptions he seems to be so good at making.]

You doin' all right?

[save_theworld]

[He is arguing for them- now, which is better than never. Carlisle doesn't approve of them at all, and the conflict stands as it did before; who do they let down? Sans, or a man they don't know?

When he glances down at him, they're fairly certain who they're more afraid of letting down. As it turns out, even something as negative as that can fill one with Determination.]

I'd like to learn, please. [Their voice is still soft, but they lift their head to look at Carlisle, and keep their gaze steady. Hands tucked into their sleeves, hiding any sense of nerves in the fabric.] I'll be quiet.

I want to know how to help people.