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It seems like only a few days ago, that Velcro had told Tangerine not to come to his timeline. And yet—he’d come anyways, and had been set upon by several low-level monsters, who had seen the bright-eyed skeleton as an easy target.

They’d thought so even more when he only defended himself in combat, insisting that he was not there to fight, but was there to see a friend. It was laughable to them, that anyone from Snowdin would befriend such a weak monster, with no LV to their name, who was unwilling to fight back.

When Velcro stumbled across the scene, they had been jeering at the soft monster, crowing about how he was just ‘FREE EXP’ to be claimed.

In no time at all, they were running for their homes, fleeing from bones that flew in volleys, cutting them off from their target as the native Papyrus stalked over from the direction of his own home, Saber held tight in his metal hand.

Tangerine’s relieved words, his thanks for Velcro’s help, had all fallen silent when a hand seized him by the wrist, and pulled him away from the scene, and off to his own home, where they would stop just outside of it. A scribbled sentence on a chalkboard demanded an explanation, and Tangerine had given it with a lowered head, his shoulders hunched, and his arms hugging himself.

“I’M SORRY…I KNOW YOU DON’T LIKE IT WHEN I COME HERE. I—I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU, AND—M-MEET YOUR FAMILY, LIKE YOU’VE MET MINE.” Though Velcro and Plum’s meeting had been…awkward, at best.

At worst, it could be called passive aggressive, with a great number of (rather insensitive) jokes being made at Velcro’s expense, with Tangerine expressing his displeasure of how his guest and friend was being treated that day.

“I FEEL LIKE I  KNOW SO LITTLE ABOUT YOU—WHERE YOU COME FROM, THE PEOPLE YOU SPEND TIME WITH, WHO AREN’T ME.

I WANTED TO CHANGE THAT.  

BUT…THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I DIDN’T LISTEN TO YOU, AND YOU HAD TO SAVE ME BECAUSE OF IT. S-SO…I’M SORRY.”

Honestly, Velcro’s lucky he stumbled upon the scene at all. At first he thought perhaps the hunters had been harassing some kid or some poor sheltered soul who managed to escape. He hadn’t be expecting to find his much softer friend.

The only reason he didn’t dust those fuckers was because he didn’t want to traumatize Tange more than this trip might already.

To say he’s a little heated is an understatement. But anger is familiar. He can deal with it. it’s fine. He covers his face (or mouth mostly) with his right hand and breathes a heavy, long sigh.... Before lowering it again to gesture for the other to come into the house.

HELLO, INDEED! I SEE YOU ARE HAVING!! A TIME!!!

It’s not as obvious with Pear, but this guy? It’s stupid obvious, honestly. At least to those who know Citrus.

Honestly, the real question is why is Rex in a timeline he’s never visited before. He has no idea actually. Probably just him shortcutting wrong. It’s happened before, granted he ended up meeting an alt of his boyfriend that wielded a chainsaw and attempted to kidnap him. Good times.

To say he’s amused is an understatement as he gazes to the other. Did Citrus get shorter? Or was it just a perspective thing? 

“Ye nae yer welcome in ‘ere, Citrus,” he calls from his spot near the fire pit. What was that kid wearing? Looked like something his brother would wear, of course with several changes, but that’s beside the point.

A HUMAN!? WOWIE! [tangyskeleton95]

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After an extensive amount of pleading on Tangerine’s behalf, Velcro had reluctantly agreed, on the condition that the smaller skeleton keeps a close watch on his HP, and that the mock-battle was to stop when the younger man had a hundred or less, since the older skeleton didn’t want to come anywhere close to killing his friend on accident. Tangerine agreed in a heartbeat.

And so it was, that the battle began, with Velcro holding back his ATK, Tangerine had a solid grasp of combat, but—there was a clearly obvious issue.

Mainly, the fact that the smaller of the two, was of the mindset that combat should be turn-based. Tangerine had begun the battle with his first attack, and after Velcro had attacked twice in turn, had responded indignantly, claiming that his friend was breaking the fair rule of turn-based, proper combat.

Velcro had been understandably confused, and aghast, at how soft the timeline was. If the inhabitants here fought like this, in any other timeline, that was not tale-verse, that was not soft, and did not believe in ‘fair, turn-based combat’-

They would be dust.

Tangerine, would be crushed into smiling dust, by monsters from anywhere else, if he tried to fight someone seriously. Because combat didn’t work like that everywhere, and he simply did not have it in him to kill another creature.

Velcro can see it, even as he manages to convince Tangerine to fight him without turn-based combat, if only to learn how to fight a real battle, that Tangerine’s fighting style is based around wearing an opponent down by making them dodge, and defending himself, more than taking the offensive.

And at the end of their mock battle, Velcro’s HP had barely dropped under a thousand, while Tangerine is panting, braced against an elongated bone, sweat beading upon his skull, with his own HP lowered down to a meager 98.

“THAT WAS—QUITE AN EXPERIENCE.” A pause is taken, to wipe his face with his glove, and catch his breath a little better. “I’M EXHAUSTED, THOUGH. I’VE NEVER FOUGHT LIKE THAT—WITH NO BREAKS, NO CHANCE TO TAKE HP-RECOVERING ITEMS. I CAN’T IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO FIGHT LIKE THAT FOR REAL, TO HAVE TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE.”

Velcro’s barrage of bones dissipated the moment the other’s HP went below 100. His saber disappeared soon after. He approached, flicking out a notebook and pen with one hand, flaring up his healing magic with the other.

He writes, “That’s what practice is for. Though hopefully you shouldn’t have to.” Even if he doesn’t want the other to ever have to participate in a real fight, he knows being unprepared for the unpleasant is far worse than anything else.

It’s honestly lucky Velcro’s handwriting has been getting faster. Not that it wasn’t fast already. It’s still inconvenient even if he’s started being able to do it with a little magic and one hand.

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Note to self. Don’t dis those stupid human cartoons where Undyne can hear. Also. Don’t spar Undyne directly after. Also, also, don’t go to Tange’s timeline before healing first, what was he thinking??

Apparently it must look worse than it feels as he had assumed most the injuries were under his clothes and not visible.

That however, doesn’t change the fact he bleeds through said clothing! And bones definitely don’t bend that way. And he looks roughed up in general--

Today has been just train wreck of poor decisions on his part really. Velcro doesn’t even notice the other’s distressed until the healing magic starts. Monster’s intentions are generally very clear through their magic, and this is no exception.

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Tangerine hadn’t really expected Velcro to drop in, today. Nor had he expected the other to show up in such a hurry. Maybe he’d sensed Tangerine’s magic flaring around in the distance, and found it to be cause for concern.

Either way, the classic skeleton comes across his friend as he’s limping back to Snowdin. The younger skeleton tries to put up a brave front, tries to smile through the pain, and act cheerful despite it.

“NYELLO, VELCRO! I’M SURPRISED TO SEE YOU—I WAS JUST HEADING BACK HOME! I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY…RE-CALIBRATING PUZZLES!”

Tangerine? Lying through his teeth?

Yes.

He doesn’t want Velcro to worry; especially since he can’t see the wounds. As far as his friend (should) know, he’s been doing exactly as he said he’s done.

If there’s one thing Velcro has had to get good at since he lost his sight, it would be telling the difference in people’s tones of voice. He can’t see expressions and as such he has to decipher the same meaning based just on the sound of their voice. He can tell when people are smiling, angry, being malicious or, more importantly.

When they’re lying.

Tange doesn’t lie to him, not without reason. And the flares of magic he felt done ease how odd this situation feels. It feels wrong. Something’s wrong. So he defaults to how he always tries to get a read on a situation.