Any attempt to talk would be more of a pathetic thing. Gaster's... 'accent' was almost completely beyond understanding, and trying to speak in anything but wing dings resulted in heavy stuttering, slurring, mumbling and garbled language. Best not to try.
Now he seemed fully at ease as they leaped from the window into the graveyard, smiling happily as they suggested he follow them to see the garden. Of course, now he'd finally get to tilt his head down instead of up. He really was a very, very tall creature.
I can't wait. As long as he'd been in the Underground, the only garden he'd ever seen that really struck him (that even seemed to be a real garden) was Asgore's throne room, filled with golden flowers.
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Date: 2016-10-24 12:19 am (UTC)Now he seemed fully at ease as they leaped from the window into the graveyard, smiling happily as they suggested he follow them to see the garden. Of course, now he'd finally get to tilt his head down instead of up. He really was a very, very tall creature.
I can't wait. As long as he'd been in the Underground, the only garden he'd ever seen that really struck him (that even seemed to be a real garden) was Asgore's throne room, filled with golden flowers.
Would this put that to shame? He wasn't sure.