0017 ☆ video, backdated to yesterday at noon.

[fishnets]

I've got a question. [She tenses up, avoiding eye contact even though it's a camera before her on the coffee table and not a person. Whatever she is about to ask, she doesn't want to.] I was wondering... how do you know when someone has been permanently ported out? Is it different somehow? Is there a way to recognize if they'll be coming back or

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[nottheanswers]

Know anyone who can see the future?

permavideo;

[fishnets]

Not here, no. Why? Because it's the only way to know for sure?

yeah okay he'll do permavideo;

[nottheanswers]

That I can think of, other than waiting it out.

good, she needs more handsome in her life right now.

[fishnets]

That option sucks, too. I'll deal, but it sucks.

[nottheanswers]

The S.O.?

[fishnets]

Yeah.

He didn't leave me completely alone, though. [She reaches off-screen and pulls a slightly overweight fluffy kitty in a tutu back with her.] This is Gaster.

[nottheanswers]

[He lets out a chuckle.]

Looks like quite the fashionable friend you have there.

[fishnets]

Nice of you to notice! This was our cat. [And she stops holding her, allowing her to curl up on her lap comfortably.] Actually, it was Shawn's, then Shawn left then he inherited her. She's going to keep me company until he gets back.

[nottheanswers]

Looks like you'll be in good hands, then.

[fishnets]

Paws. [The cat appears content, already sleeping. In fact, that seems like a good idea. Zee'll probably ditch to go use the cat as a giant tissue to sob into later. In secret.]

How are you, by the way? [Changing the subject to him is also helpful.]

[nottheanswers]

Of course.

Me? I'm...status quo, mostly. Lost a friend to the Porter the other day, but that doesn't quite compare.

[fishnets]

It's still just as disheartening. Particularly when they aren't from the same world.

[nottheanswers]

Yeah, but it beats the alternative.

[fishnets]

Having never known them at all?

[nottheanswers]

There's that, yes, though not what I meant.

[fishnets]

Sorry. I'm a little out of it. As much as I love the banter, just come clean with it for today, will you? [Oh man, that was a little... snippy.] I'll make it up to you later. You can be as cryptic as you want, then. And, I don't know. Something.