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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.

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boogerman

He's rubbing his nose, retreating back into the bathroom a bit. "Yeees." Oh, boy, is he smashed. "Do you have a telly? To watch?"

...Excellent priorities.

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dustless

Uh.

"...The living room has lots of lights in it. Can get shows on my computer, 'f you want?"

They hold their hand out, as if that'll be enough to catch him if he falls. (As if anything they can do might be enough to catch him if he falls, they are tiny and he is a tower.)

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boogerman

"Actual television? I can take you to the hotel!" It's a nice hotel and... he's speaking very loudly. He doesn't seem like he'll tip over, though. He's Pitch, he could probably still dance.

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dustless

"...Mom wouldn't like that. 'N' I don't know a lot of Spanish."

Speaking of mom, Frisk glances nervously down the hall--they don't think him getting caught would be a good thing--and reach out to grab his wrist. They'll guide him to their room, which is all nice and dark, too.

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boogerman

How peculiar. He's not feeling mean at all, why would she not want him around? Ah, well, he's not so lonely at the moment, he's happy to be led.

"But you don't have a telly! I thought everyone did these days, I--I could get you one!"

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dustless

She doesn't even like being buzzed around Frisk herself.

"Thank you, but I'm okay," they say patiently, closing the door behind them. "Still have a computer. And accounts for TV sites."

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boogerman

He crouches on the floor in the middle of the room, keeping balance very well for someone in his current state. Spirits, spirits are weird.

"But it's so small! Don't you want a 'big screen'?"

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dustless

"...you can sit on the bed." So saying, they sit on it for themselves.

"I don't need one. I can watch stuff in the living room if I really want to. Usually. Fall asleep during movies."

Frisk is not gonna be taking their eyes off him.

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boogerman

Ooh, beds. He goes and sits there instead, much more comfortable.

"Oh! You do have one, you're not deprived, that's good. Why are we hiding in here?"

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dustless

Deprived? What a weird way to put it.

"Because there are lights all over, 'fairy lights'." That's what the packaging said. "They even hurt my eyes sometimes. And mom's...she doesn't like when people drink a lot."

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boogerman

"She doesn't like me anyway--she." Hm. Train of thought. Holidays... "It's the longest night of the year. I wanted a holiday."

From:

dustless

"...yeah she does. You wouldn't be 'llowed around me if she didn't. Not in the house, anyway." Toriel does know about his continued visits.

They glance out the window. It's a chilly night, lots of snow on the ground, though the sky is clear enough to see the stars.

"...halloween doesn't count, huh?"

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boogerman

"She won't. Not forever. I'm the Boogeyman." He taps his foot on the floor to some tune, as he does.

"Halloween's for..." He gestures vaguely. "For busy. Fun, but not fun. This is different fun!"

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dustless

"She's a monster. 'S long as you don't hurt me or anything, she doesn't care about that."

They tap their fingers on their leg, since they've shifted to be sitting cross-legged over the blankets.

"Different?"

...Maybe they should not be trying to get information out of a drunk guy.

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boogerman

"I can't hurt you. But--but you know, she will." He's lost the tune, ah well. He sprawls backwards, too tall to fit sideways in a kid's bed, head able to touch the wall. Haaa. Does he have bones?? "But this is nice, till it's gone."

"Fear-fun. Like work."

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dustless

...Can't? Frisk wonders if that's another spirit thing.

They fall back to lie beside him, too, and roll a little. "If she does, I'll get her to like you again." Armpat.

"Don't you get...work...like that on Halloween?"

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boogerman

"You too." Awww what a precious child. He wants to touch their hair... but doesn't, not even wasted. (Maybe later.)

"Yes, yes, that's Halloween. This is today."

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dustless

They're not sure what he's agreeing with, but they nod along anyway.

"Oh." Frisk is rapidly accepting that they're going to be entirely lost during most of this. "Your not-party party day. Maybe we can do something next time."

From:

boogerman

"You get it." Nodding, good child. Good. "Solstice. The longest night. Except it's always night, but I had to have a day, right?"

Haaa, that rhymed.

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dustless

Sure they do.

"Uh-huh. More night than day. Makes sense." Abrupt shift: "D'you want something to eat?" Food makes people a little less drunk, they've heard.

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boogerman

"Marshmallows?" So fluffy so sweet. He holds that thought in his head for all of three seconds, before it's replaced by another... and he looks dead serious, propping himself up on one arm to look at Frisk. Then he's brushing back their hair, almost... shyly.

Sometimes he wonders why he doesn't have a child, thinks he should--that there should be a little girl who cares for him. He can't bring himself to voice that, though. Not even now.

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dustless

"Oka--"

Frisk goes perfectly still.

It's only now that his fingers are in their hair that they notice exactly how...not touchy he usually is. Well, no, they noticed before, but this just makes it easier to remember.

They wonder if he'll regret this later. This action in particular. They think he's going to regret a lot of it, eventually, or at least be embarrassed.

They hope he won't stay away for long if he does.

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boogerman

If he can remember.

He draws his hand back, figures that's not a bad reaction and he's not upsetting them... so he does it again, hand brushing their hair. It's very clean, very soft.

From:

dustless

Frisk'll let him keep doing that for a while. No reason not to so quickly, and it feels nice, too.

Eventually, though, they stretch out and prop themselves up on their elbows. "'M gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that," they say apologetically.