[PUBLIC CHANNEL] DAY 88 - RE: FOSTER'S MUSHI DICK PLOT

[osteothropy]

Hey.

Foster. The human living in Trailer #18.

You better look alive, 'cause you ain't foolin' anybody.

Hand over the plants or the stuffed animal gets it.

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[osteothropy]

Because it's not your problem anymore.

[dontpokethat]

Not my problem? Seriously? Sans, I realize this isn't my department, but that doesn't mean it's not my problem! I can't just disconnect myself from this, I don't-- It's still my problem!

[osteothropy]

To be honest, Ginko? Learning to disconnect a little could do ya a world of good.

[dontpokethat]

Well, I can't, especially not from this. It's my problem, and it's always going to be, and there's no changing that. Look, I won't interfere, I know I won't be much help here, but it's not like this doesn't have to do with me!

[dorkypantsuit]

What could you do anyway? Calm down and let Sans do his job.

[BOSS VOICE NOW. Just talking sternly into his radio in Jokers trailer with like 10 other people all milling around NBD.]

[dontpokethat]

I know!

[It takes him a moment to respond again after that. When he does, his voice is tenser, stamping down all his anger and frustration into a shaky semblance of calm.]

I-- I know I can't do anything, alright? I just said, I'm not going to get in the way.

[dorkypantsuit]

[The urge to find Ginko and somehow try to calm him is strong. For a moment he wavers on his own decision to stay away.]

Than what's bothering you?

[dontpokethat]

What do you think is bothering me? This wouldn't be happening if it weren't for-- for me. For this.

[Referring abstractly to an unseen condition over the radio. Great communication skills, Ginko.]

PUBLIC --> SEMI-PRIVATE

[dorkypantsuit]

[God damn it Ginko.]

Switch to your personal channel.

[Psi switches over also.]

Where are you?

[dontpokethat]

[Dammit.

He switches over.]

Why do you ask?

He had to leave the popcorn party for this.

[dorkypantsuit]

[ Ψiigh...]

Because I care about you and I don't like hearing you sound so upset.

I'd like to help, so please tell me where you are.

ginko isn't responsible for your actions dangit >:I

[dontpokethat]

[What the fuck is happening here, he doesn't even know. He drops down to sit on his bed, dragging the hand not holding his radio down his face.]

...Why?

Why do you even-- dammit.

[He can hear his voice shaking again. What the hell is he supposed to do about any of this?]

Look, you don't have to... to pretend that you're not angry with me.

[dorkypantsuit]

I am mad, but that doesn't mean I don't care or that your happiness is unimportant to me.

...Please tell me where you are.

[dontpokethat]

...I'm in my trailer. Okay?

[dorkypantsuit]

[He had assumed but.]

On my way.

[It takes him literal seconds to get there, gently knocking on the door as he lands in front of it.]

[dontpokethat]

[That was quick. But of course it was; he wouldn't have expected any different.

Ginko stands up and goes to the door, pulling it open slowly. He looks at Psi, just for a moment, then his gaze moves to somewhere past him.]

...Hey.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He actually thinks about it for half a second, but the internal debate about it is very short lived before he just straight up hugs Ginko and holds him close.]

This is not your fault.

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko is already in the process of preparing himself for a number of possibilities as to how this could go - most of which involve him getting chewed out again.

He... isn't ready for this, though. Even if he had thought of it as a possibility, he probably wouldn't be "prepared" for it, exactly. Ginko goes very still, not breathing, even his tail stopping its frustrated lashing.

It takes him a few seconds to be able to respond. Even then, he doesn't move, his arms still hanging by his sides.]

I know. [He's not the one who did this. It's not like he could have anticipated it, either.]

But it's still because of me. There's no denying that.

[dorkypantsuit]

[Still hugging this idiot, even if he doesn't hug back, just for a bit longer.]

If you think anyone cares about that except you, you're a fool.

[osteothropy]

It has to do with you in that you are the victim of a crime. That's where it ends.

[dontpokethat]

The carnival isn't filling with mushi on its own.

[osteothropy]

And it wasn't before people messed with a cheap an' easy solution to that, either.

[dontpokethat]

You wouldn't have needed the 'solution' if I weren't here.

[osteothropy]

[Sans grits his fangs more tightly than usual - maybe its the fact that he suddenly feels rushed, or maybe its the fact that his magical adrenaline is running on high for reasons he doesn't quite understand, but some part of him just can't tolerate listening to this at the moment. He could just turn off the radio and walk away, but this time he doesn't.]

Could you stop feelin' sorry for yourself for half a second and actually think about this? You all spend so much time reassuring everyone about valued they are, but all it takes is one crisis in your life for you to become the world's biggest hypocrites.

If someone who does as much as you isn't worth the risk of a moderate inconvenience, then what the hell are any of the rest of us good for?

Get. Over it.

[dontpokethat]

[There's no response.

Ginko tries to think of one, very briefly, but-- nothing comes to mind. Nothing worth saying.

After a while, it may become clear that this conversation is over.]