[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]

Why are you invested in this guy, again?

[detonarrator]

[LOOK.]

LOOK. SHUT UP.

[That's code for 'he's got a huge dick and lets me punch him a lot'. No, there's definitely more than that, but she's hesitant to try and untangle that herself much less while publicly broadcasting it to the entire carnival Foster included.]

[osteothropy]

Touchy.

[Sorry Sophie, he's in kind of an aggressive mood, too. Or, I guess, a passive aggressive mood, as is his way.]

[detonarrator]

My terrible taste is not the most pressing issue right now.

[Caring about Foster is always a touchy subject.]

[osteothropy]

Oh...

Haha! Gross.

[detonarrator]

Yeah. Yeah it really is.

[It doesn't sound like it, her tone is as tetchy and aggravated as it has been this whole time, but she honestly does mean that affectionately. Foster are you listening? Are you getting uncomfortable? She's got a lot of regrets in her life, but Foster is somehow not one of them.]

Cut me some slack okay, my standards are really low. My last...[Wow okay boyfriend is not the word for either of them in any way shape or form.]...the last guy I was fucking had a...clown thing.

[Among many, many other problems. At first this line of questioning had her hackles raising, but now, the odd sort of reminders of what drew her to Foster in the first place is weirdly...uhh. Helpful?Calming? No, not really but it's helping her focus.]

[osteothropy]

[If this were in person you'd see Sans staring at you with vacant eyes, but instead you just get a long delay on his side of the radio.]

Don't really have time for any clown flashbacks right now, but you better believe I'll be returning to this later.

[detonarrator]

Right, fair. Can't wait. We're both gonna regret it.

[Oh boy. Talking about Valerie with a person who has at least some functioning empathy. There was a reason Foster was the only person she'd talked to about him before now, but apparently this is happening now so full steam ahead.]

I'll bring the rum.