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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[skelebro]

You're teachin' me. That's enough.

[He's got no call to believe Sans, and that's fine. But he weren't lying. There's nothing appealing in rushing things whatsoever. Now a certain determined little kid, on the other hand...

Well, that's for another time.]

[tongueamok]

I'll try not to leave you too disappointed.

[At least, unlike with Emily and glyphcrafting, it won't be someone inadequate teaching someone who has much more of a natural talent for such things, to the point where she surpasses him in a week. He gives Sans a nod and departs for now -- time to write up some lesson plans and hope this isn't just one more thing he's a failure at.]

[skelebro]

[Sans merely chuckles in response to that, though he don't elaborate much on why. The fact of the matter is that you can't disappoint somebody who don't have standards to begin with.

Either way, he tosses Carlisle a farewell wave before he buries his hands in his pockets and ambles on out of Delight's.]