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[ashkente]

Out in the garden, there's a barefoot seven-foot-tall skeleton in a black robe getting cozy on a bench, scythe in one hand and jokebook in the other. Really. He's flipping through it slowly with one skinless thumb, taking his time.

He feels like he has a better grasp of humanity than he ever has (but then he's always telling himself now he's finally gotten it and he's always wrong), except for humor. It just doesn't make any sense. Hard as he tries to tell jokes to those he meets, usually while on the job, nobody laughs. If he could get it right, surely it'd go a long way towards comforting those poor souls! It's for a good cause.

Which is why he'll memorize every joke written in the book or else. That's one benefit to having a perfect endless memory.



((I blame work for the way I've neglected this poor guy. Have some boney warm fuzzies.))

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[trombones]

"Whoah. Where'd you find that?"

Compared to a seven-foot-skeleton in black robes, Sans probably looks goofier than usual. The short, stocky skeleton with a goofy perma-grin somehow?? happens to be just "there", next to Death on the bench.

"I've been looking for a decent joke book forever. Hey there."

[itstheend]

Sometimes. Often. Chara doesn't want to deal with things anymore. And after the past month, that's definitely a sentiment they have. That's when Frisk is allowed (allowed, because they threw away all right to assume ages ago) to run the show for a while while their friend 'sleeps'.

Frisk doesn't mind at all. They still catch themself trying to go through objects, though, whispering apologies for every smacked elbow and accidental wall run. There's usually no response.

It's good to feel things for themself. They're wandering around the garden enjoying sunlight on skin (it felt different as a ghost, though they're going to have to be careful because Chara burns so much easier than they're used to), and spot the skeleton, excitedly mentally elbowing their mind-mate.

Ugh, another one? and then a rolling over. Dismissed.

A child in a green and yellow sweater walks up to the new skeleton monster and waves, pointing at the joke book.

"Any really good ones?"