Oh hush, don't laugh at me. Signed in response to the smirk, though the manner of it is resigned.
Gaster watches as Sans picks up the guitar and doesn't make a move to stop him from doing so, though his expression shifts a bit; the smile a little more bland, and eyesockets not quite so wide.
You know... I said that you didn't have to if you weren't up to it right now. There's a break in the movement of his hands, but only for as long as it takes for him to manifest another pair to close the door with. For privacy, in case it'd be needed or was preferred. I'm not going to stop you now, but... are you really feeling all right? --Well, no, you're clearly not at one-hundred-percent, so let me rephrase.
Did something happen, and am I pushing you too much?
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Date: 2016-10-07 05:33 pm (UTC)Gaster watches as Sans picks up the guitar and doesn't make a move to stop him from doing so, though his expression shifts a bit; the smile a little more bland, and eyesockets not quite so wide.
You know... I said that you didn't have to if you weren't up to it right now. There's a break in the movement of his hands, but only for as long as it takes for him to manifest another pair to close the door with. For privacy, in case it'd be needed or was preferred. I'm not going to stop you now, but... are you really feeling all right? --Well, no, you're clearly not at one-hundred-percent, so let me rephrase.
Did something happen, and am I pushing you too much?