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IC Voice Mail "Personnel Officer Miles here. If this is a personal matter, leave a message; if it's ship business-related, may I direct you to the Personnel Office's suggestion box. Sending me a barrage of texts will not make me respond to you any faster, so don't, Ivan." Mun Contact PLURK:   runawayballista

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[It was an odd story, and one that didn't match up with what Sans understood about monsters. Sure, you got a handful of rowdy teens that liked to pretend they were something to reckon with, and monsters were hardly incapable of hatred and killing -- as six unfortunate human children could attest to.

Was it possible they felt trapped? Scared? Hard to say. Honestly, what Sans was most surprised by was that nobody killed them outright. A gang of humans could make short work of any monster, in Sans' experience.]

That actually tells me a lot, man. Thanks. [And, up he goes again.] Sorry to bug you about this. All those stories had me too curious to ignore.

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[ miles offers him a shrug of concession. he doesn't blame sans for wanting to know. he's been known to nose around for details himself.

but he jerks his chin up as sans rises to leave, speaking up before sans has a chance to leave. ]

We didn't kill them. In fact, I don't think any of us could've hurt them. They're still on the ship -- just locked away, where they can't hurt anyone.

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[Very nearly out the door, Sans stopped dutifully when Miles continued. Head turned back slightly, he listened thoughtfully.]

Yeah? [Sans' voice was free of judgement, but his brow bone raised all the same.] Where at?

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[ miles was there when they locked it up -- hell, he helped. but he wasn't the only one. miles grins sharply, just a little tight around the edges. ]

Ask the captains.

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Aw, c'mon. [Sans turned around fully this time, leaning against the door as Casual as can be.] You can't hook me up with a room number? We're penpals.

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[ miles' smile widens into a totally shit-eating grin, and he gives sans an obnoxious little wave. ]

I'll see you later, Sans.

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[Miles was killing him. Y'know, softly. He should start calling the guy Roberta Flack. That's sort of Russian, right?]

Heh, alright, alright. See you later, Miss Manganese.

[Sans returned the grin and the wave, slipping out the door without another word. If Miles were to open it, the hallway would be completely empty, as if Sans was never there at all.]