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Frisk hopes there's no fight.
They want to be left alone, sure, but that's not the only thing they hope for. Even they can't just fix a--rivalry, a longstanding hatred, at least not when the opposing parties actually know each other. But they also hope they can...lessen it, at least a bit. So the Sandman doesn't try to outright kill--no, they're sorry, 'banish', with lots of beating and tarry blood--Pitch when they see each other every time.
(Of course, they don't know the whole story. But they can't imagine that would matter.)
The time ticks down in companionable silence.
Frisk keeps their eyes on the sky--
--and they sit straight up when they first spot glimmering gold in the clouds.
Frisk hopes there's no fight.
They want to be left alone, sure, but that's not the only thing they hope for. Even they can't just fix a--rivalry, a longstanding hatred, at least not when the opposing parties actually know each other. But they also hope they can...lessen it, at least a bit. So the Sandman doesn't try to outright kill--no, they're sorry, 'banish', with lots of beating and tarry blood--Pitch when they see each other every time.
(Of course, they don't know the whole story. But they can't imagine that would matter.)
The time ticks down in companionable silence.
Frisk keeps their eyes on the sky--
--and they sit straight up when they first spot glimmering gold in the clouds.
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:03 am (UTC)Close enough to shout at the little shit, who is already holding whips.
"You! We want to talk to you! Both of us!"
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:06 am (UTC)They don't have anything to add, and their voice wouldn't carry that far, anyway. They just beckon.
ehhh bit of headcanon from me here too~
Date: 2016-06-13 02:11 am (UTC)The Sandman stops his descent near the roof, not on it, hovering more at Frisk's level than Pitch's. He folds his arms, glaring up at the Boogeyman, waiting.
"You are going to stop sending your dreams to this house, or deal with me every single night. Understand?"
...Ah, Pitch's diplomacy. Sand-signs start whizzing by much faster than they would be if Sandy was speaking to anyone but Pitch. They're two halves of a whole in some ways, Pitch has always been the best at understanding Sandy's 'speech'. (Of all the people, poor Sandy.)
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:31 am (UTC)"Just stop it. Don't even get the dream stuff anyway, I never asked for it."
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:36 am (UTC)Probably not an observer like Frisk. It'd look like a weird, rapid, angry one-sided conversation... but violence hasn't broken out yet! Huzzah!
"That's not what I said! No, no, no, I'm not, shut up you don't know anything, you've made the kid believe, now stay away!"
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:42 am (UTC)"Yeah. I know you exist, I see you. So." Frisk unconsciously makes a shooing motion. "Why not."
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:44 am (UTC)"I'm not your--" The whips twitch ominously. Gah, he goes. "At least you noticed. Fine." To Frisk: "He wants to know why you'd turn down good dreams in the first place."
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:48 am (UTC)They gesture at Pitch, then angrily at the street.
"--I don't want you putting stuff in my head." They've had enough of that (and send silent apologies to Chara, who they love anyway).
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Date: 2016-06-13 02:57 am (UTC)"I already was." Sandy looks... surprised?? Pitch rolls his eyes, Sandy replies. "Shut up--" Even more! "Yes, yes, that's fair, you freak--now get lost."
Sandy ignores Pitch after that, making a little glowing hat and tipping it cheerfully at Frisk. Ain't he cute?
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:00 am (UTC)...Frisk feels like they should be doing more. But they're not sure what.
The hat-tip gets a polite nod. Pitch gets a questioning look. What's going on?
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:04 am (UTC)"I said it's fair. We have a deal, get out of here and don't come back."
Sandman himself rolls his eyes up at Pitch, then looking back at Frisk, shrugging, and pointing to the sky. Do they want him to go? Nobody cares what Pitch wants.
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-13 03:12 am (UTC)...See, Pitch already was doing that on his part.
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-13 03:20 am (UTC)"Luckily for me he wants every kid to love him."
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:24 am (UTC)Sandy gets a very pointed look. Yeah, hi, remember the first time they met?
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:26 am (UTC)Sandy, with two horses on each side of him. Sandy, whipping horses only for more to take their place. Pitch... Pitch firing an arrow into Sandy's back. Sandy dissolving into thin air.
...Busted.
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:27 am (UTC)Glance at Pitch.
"...'banished' him?"
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:29 am (UTC)"Oh, I might have, once."
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:43 am (UTC)"...well. No more 'f that."
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:47 am (UTC)"You hear that, beachball? No more 'banishing' allowed." Heh. Too smug.
Sandy simply nods, cloud rising a bit. He has a job to do, and it never ends. Work work work.
But he'll keep his promise. No more dreamsand for Frisk.
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:50 am (UTC)Frisk takes a step back, drops down to sit on the roof again.
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Date: 2016-06-13 03:52 am (UTC)Pitch sits down, not sprawling like he was before, trading the nasty glare for a more bemused look. So that just happened. Shockingly not painful.
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