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Since we're all together again, it might be a good idea if we all meet and catch up on the last three days. Perhaps discuss how to replace the clothes we lost in the laundromat.

This evening, eight thirty, in the Sanctuary? It's a good place to relax. Don't forget anything.

[ hawke sure does make a habit of getting thrown out of bars, doesn't she? which means, undyne, as you're walking down the street this fine evening going... somewhere... there's a loud crash of glass as hawke is bodily thrown out the window of whatever bar you pass by.

she lands in the garbage nearby.

have a very wobbly gurgle from the lady who mocked your biceps while trapped in a bubble, undyne. they probs got eaten by a whale soon after, actually. ]

Maker's fucking, ugh. [ rolling over to sit up in the trash now. she yells over at the bar now. ] You're a damn cheat and I'm coming back for that coin, you bloody arse! Probably when I... can stand up again... oh boy.

[ good job, hawke ]

[Oh hey, she recognizes you RUDE LADY WHO INSULTED HER BICEPS. What a great chance for her to get her revenge!

...or so she would say if it wasn't for the fact that Undyne herself harbors a bit of a grudge against this bar for also throwing her out before thanks to not following their inane rules like "don't break the counters by jumping on them" or "don't try to suplex every patron at once" or "stop setting fire to the booze". Absolutely ridiculous!!

So she trots up to Hawke instead, her soul goat trailing after her.]

They cheated you? Those scumbags! I knew that the people running that place were nothing more than a bunch of lying thieves!

[ honestly, yeah?? why WOULDN'T you suplex every patron or set fire to your drinks? it's the only way to prove your dominance!

so, hawke is busy pulling herself out of the trash and stumbling up to her feet, brushing off the dirt from her pants. cripes. she's so tired of getting thrown out of bars! ]

They are! An entire den of them, just waiting to trick unsuspecting customers with their... poor... drink standards... yes, that.

[ hawke's probably the one at fault here actually but she doesn't want to admit it, ever? no. hawke isn't paying much attention to where her fox is, quietly curling around her feet and looking towards undyne and her goat. instead, she's looking undyne up and down because this fish woman is... familiar... but she can't place why. nice eyepatch though. ]

Huh. You know, I don't think I've ever met anyone with fangs and gills.

[ right to the point with hawke, apparently. ]

[It hasn't been a good couple of days.]

[In fact, it's been so not good that Sans, who would normally nap away his troubles like a champion, can't even manage that. Staying in the same apartment as Papyrus, who'd somehow forgotten he even existed (oh BOY), wasn't an option that didn't make him want to crawl under a table and stay there 5ever, and holing up in his room as normal proved to be an exercise in trying to ignore the pitiful coos from a ghost dove who looked like it got into a fight with a wall and lost.]

[And Sans hates exercising.]

[So he goes for one of his only other choices, picks up his CereVice, and shoots Undyne a quick text.]

'sup, undyne.

got a question for you when you have a minute.

We should totally just go in there and beat up the owners until they give everyone they've cheated free drinks! For justice.

[This sounds like a great plan LET'S DO IT. Undyne also isn't paying any attention to where the goat she has named Asgore is, because ehhh goats are badass it'll be fine. So she doesn't notice when Asgore begins trotting up to Undyne's fox curiously.]

I'm one of a kind! Bet you've never met anyone with fangs, gills, and this many muscles either.

[yup she sure is flexing again.....]

[Undyne, while not having a great couple of days, certainly isn't living in the hell Sans is. So when she gets the text, she sends back something...pretty insensitive.

Oh well, at least he's probably used to this.]

Is this another of your stupid jokes? Let me guess, the answer is skeleTON.

[Not only is he used to it, but it's also a nice change of pace from turbocharged awful to nice and familiar. Or at least familiar enough that he can brush off Undyne's words with a well-timed lie.]

dang, how'd you know?

now i have to jump straight the lame part.

i wanted to ask if you were free to grab some grub.

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