"oh." He nods as though this all makes perfect sense to him, settling back properly onto his feet, still staring thoughtfully up at Mettaton.
It takes him a second to think what he wants to ask next, which turns out to be: "why aren't you a ghost anymore? don't other monsters like ghosts? now you can't walk through doors." He doesn't really have much experience one way or another, with such monsters. The only reason Sans-Serif knows what a ghost is is that one of the scientists had been a ghost. He'd never used doors.
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Date: 2016-02-10 04:48 pm (UTC)It takes him a second to think what he wants to ask next, which turns out to be: "why aren't you a ghost anymore? don't other monsters like ghosts? now you can't walk through doors." He doesn't really have much experience one way or another, with such monsters. The only reason Sans-Serif knows what a ghost is is that one of the scientists had been a ghost. He'd never used doors.