[h2][color=6ecff6]Sans![/color] - Sheriff's Office[/h2]

[color=6ecff6]"Another Special!"[/color] The Skeleton said with delight, though found himself slightly worried; [color=6ecff6]"What's a #5 though?"[/color] He pondered, as he bolted over and opened the door. Spotting the presence that was King Pridemoor, he swung his door wide open, inviting him inside. [color=6ecff6]"Hello there, Your Highness!"[/color] Sans greeted, excitedly. He didn't much mind Pridemoor; He seemed alright, and he was royalty, so Sans knew he had to be respectful. Anyone that'd come over to eat with him was instantly cool in his book. Though, as he let Pridemoor enter, and closed the door, he started sweating a bit. 

[color=6ecff6]"So what's a number 5?"[/color] He asked, rushing over to his taco bar; which was really just a fridge that worked half the time, and a long table that'd seen better days. He had a rather large plate of tacos already on the table, all labelled for the townsfolk. Though sometimes he didn't get thanked, he felt like he was doing the right thing by gifting his tacos to others. But if he was to deliver to the entire village, he'd have to finish with his friend Pridemoor first.

[color=6ecff6]"This koopa stuff is really good with ketchup~"[/color] He commented, sloppily dumping his homemade ketchup onto one of his tacos, before devouring it before Pridemoor's eyes. The look on his face expressed the joy of his sudden meal, but now he was at full attention for the King; with a bit of ketchup on his face, that is.

All of this cooking, all the time. It made him think of home; Like most of the others, he wanted to go home, too. He missed his brother, his friends, and his bedtime stories! Nobody seemed to like to tell stories except for Goombella, and all of hers were weird, or boring. There was this one about teenage vampires in love, or something. He'd rather read about giraffes instead.

Though he hadn't been able to continue taking Alphys' cooking lessons, he managed on his own fairly decent. He wished she was here, however. She was such a strong, and awesome, fighter. She'd uphold the law a lot better than him. 

But she wouldn't.

Sans shook off the thoughts, waiting on Pridemoor's instructions.

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[h2][color=a36209]Goombella[/color] - Home's Streets[/h2]

Waddling along like a Goomba does, she pondered what she could do. The first thought was to simply ask if anybody had anything without Koopa in it; but she didn't want to seem like a beggar, and she was an independent Goomba for the most part, if she dared say so herself. So she decided that she'd find something on her own. She knew mushrooms grew around here; and she'd even found a couple of Item Blocks before. Not that they had anything too useful. But if she ventured, she might manage to find something. 

Of course, most of that was in the forest. And, well... In the forest was that hillbilly and his monster. She'd had a narrow escape from Kled before, and didn't want to do that again, so she hoped she could find something along the houses. Unless someone had been picking them recently, a few should be around at least. 

As she waddled along, she simply glanced up at the sky. Through the glare, she noticed a silhouette of someone on one of the rooftops. Judging by the hat, and the general shape, she assumed as she looked back towards the road that it was Mr. L. The man was strange; against all of his claims that he had no relation to a [color=ed1c24]"Red Fatso"[/color] she was certain he was Luigi, brother of the Mushroom Kingdom Hero, Mario. She'd met him before when traveling with Mario; Luigi had apparently been on his own quest, and always had a story to tell when the party was in Rogueport. 

He seemed to be hiding behind an edgy personality, but maybe that wasn't the case. Luigi wasn't the sort to be so rude and obnoxious, maybe something happened. Or maybe he really wasn't Luigi at all? 

She could only ponder, as she continued waddling down the road.