Sans eyes stay closed for the moment, and his permagrin spreads a little wider. Eventually, he cracks out eye open to step closer to Gaster (having finally realized he's been stupidly standing at the entrance this whole time) and sit at a chair nearby. Stiffly, being careful to keep his torso straight. Despite how serious the conversation had turned, he's aware enough of the presence that he realizes a familiar guitar case was nearby. Oh, right. That's where he left it. He kicks it closer, in front of his feet.
"Well... 'fine' ain't exactly the right word. I can't say it's what I wanted. But it's the closest thing to anything I'm going to get. So. Sham deal or not, I don't want a refund."
Meaning Sans wasn't looking to get the sliver out of him any time soon. Aside from it being incredibly dangerous and probably killing him - he didn't want to lose those few memories he still had. He had tried working on that machine in the workshop for too long now. It couldn't be fixed. He failed. His father wasn't coming back. Would the Gaster he knew be disappointed in him? Hate him?
As if sensing his thoughts, the soul inside him glowed just a little bit warmer to reassure him. Sans blinked, then looked down at his chest. A pause passes, then his smile turns just a little more genuine, if bittersweet.
"... Heh. Thanks, old man."
Finally, he looks back up Gaster. The one in front of him. Despite everything, well. Gaster was standing in front of him, wasn't he? He had that much now too.
"Me too. I missed... having you around, if that's not too awkward to say."
As much as Sans missed his father, he was the last person who wanted to force that on somebody who probably wasn't - much less trying to figure out who he was. He had to deal with something similar with the little Papyrus around here.
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its ok me neither half the time
Date: 2016-10-03 07:51 pm (UTC)Okay, that helps.
Sans eyes stay closed for the moment, and his permagrin spreads a little wider. Eventually, he cracks out eye open to step closer to Gaster (having finally realized he's been stupidly standing at the entrance this whole time) and sit at a chair nearby. Stiffly, being careful to keep his torso straight. Despite how serious the conversation had turned, he's aware enough of the presence that he realizes a familiar guitar case was nearby. Oh, right. That's where he left it. He kicks it closer, in front of his feet.
"Well... 'fine' ain't exactly the right word. I can't say it's what I wanted. But it's the closest thing to anything I'm going to get. So. Sham deal or not, I don't want a refund."
Meaning Sans wasn't looking to get the sliver out of him any time soon. Aside from it being incredibly dangerous and probably killing him - he didn't want to lose those few memories he still had. He had tried working on that machine in the workshop for too long now. It couldn't be fixed. He failed. His father wasn't coming back. Would the Gaster he knew be disappointed in him? Hate him?
As if sensing his thoughts, the soul inside him glowed just a little bit warmer to reassure him. Sans blinked, then looked down at his chest. A pause passes, then his smile turns just a little more genuine, if bittersweet.
"... Heh. Thanks, old man."
Finally, he looks back up Gaster. The one in front of him. Despite everything, well. Gaster was standing in front of him, wasn't he? He had that much now too.
"Me too. I missed... having you around, if that's not too awkward to say."
As much as Sans missed his father, he was the last person who wanted to force that on somebody who probably wasn't - much less trying to figure out who he was. He had to deal with something similar with the little Papyrus around here.