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[13thcommander]

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[ribticklers]

Only if "caught him sleeping in his car" counts as hanging out. [Sans will sit himself down at the table once they're in the kitchen.] The wallet was sittin' on the floor of the car.

[13thcommander]

... you're a bold man, Sans.

[Which Erwin can appreciate! He pours them both a cup of coffee and sets them on the table, along with the milk and sugar to turn them into delicious sludge.]

What did he have?

[ribticklers]

[Sans puts only a little sugar and milk in his. He's gotten used to his human body enough to know what it seems to prefer, at least. As far as being bold, he waves a dismissive hand at that.]

I was just in the right place at the right time. I found this old photo--like, real old--of these kids in Halloween costumes. So I go and look up how the costumes here work, and those are modern costumes. Like, should be from this year or last year, right? But that photo was way older than that.

[Who knows how long it's been 1961?]

[13thcommander]

[Erwin has had a human body his entire life, and his demands sugar. After a lifetime without it, he's discovered the joys of real coffee with real sugar, and has been on a bit of a hedonistic streak with both.]

Interesting.

[Erwin taps on his chin thoughtfully. Photography is still a new technology to him, so he's going to need more clarification.]

I assume you're more familiar with photographs than myself. How old would you say the photo was?

[ribticklers]

It felt like it might fall apart when I took it out of the wallet--I was checkin' for writing on the back--so it's gotta be years old. [Admittedly, Sans isn't entirely sure about the photograph tech here, since it's more old-fashioned than what he's used to, but he has a general idea.]

[13thcommander]

Modern costumes in a photo so old it was falling apart...

[Erwin drums his fingers on the table for a moment.]

So whatever's happening here, he's trapped in it too. And whatever is going on, it must have started in 1961.

Which 1961 is the question now.