‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ha ha.
..‎ ‎sorry, i, um. just got the joke.

ah, um— a matter of curiousity, i suppose.

okay even if that isnt something that typically happens to you i appreciate you agreeing with me anyway

you know when it gets so hectic that you um just cant even find the time to shower?? does that happen to anyone else

i should be in the pillow room right now, little guy !!

i mean. um hello there :)

i could be playing animal jam right now

sorry

* she wanted to kick herself. talking to mechanical flotsam on the street was a reflex that always ended up biting her.

* her voice procrastinated.

oh, darling.
wrong? you—?
what could possibly make you think such a thing?

* alphys' eyes scrunched at the sound of her voice. her snout burrowed into her face as though it was ready to hide. her claws, too, retracted into her palm like a scared animal. every bit of her wanted to hide.

—

it certainly isnt out of the realm of possibility for me.

* she sort of reaches around in her jacket, failing to find her phone. she thinks of who she'd call, but she couldn't think of anyone.

* she keeps trying to smile. it melts on her face like fresh glue on paper.

haha, i—

i??

i suppose it has been a long day—!!

regardless, um. i suppose i understand! i was sort of, um. hoping to get into the mechanical sciences out of college, but, um. life just, takes you places, doesn't it?

* she kicks a rock.

did, um. they have samurai swordsfighting as a major at your college?

..

sorry.

it's very accessible, um— teaching. we're always looking for teachers, if. the thought ever breaches your mind again?

oh, i'm. sort of saying this insincerely. it's just, um. toriel and i are responsible for the kids in town, and, um. you know? it hasn't ever been so? full?

classrooms, i mean ..
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/ Hell Yes

you could see them peering through like a deer's empty eyes in a photograph. you could also make out a serene smile, if you squinted.

this is gamma. well— i guess it doesnt have a name. its my project. i'm trying not to start from scratch with it, so. maybe we can? salvage it??

and the, um. panelling. and wiring. and insulation. and... well

* its body was illuminated in a cone above its torso. wires and pipes hung out of the chassis like exposed guts in an emergency room. its eyes were alive.
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y— you know i don't mean to correct you, but,

* she fidgets with a pulley complicatedly connected to a hanging light.

it's, um! still a machine building, in spirit! we're still raising the barn that is this robot, just, um. picture it like, i, um. got a headstart on the frame
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please dont worry about it. are you paid well?