[We're not a team, I'm playing against him.] he says, lightly.

The faceless wonder angles his head in a way that suggests he's 'looking' at the original, his own projections of hands appearing to sign for him too. [The feeling's mutual.] As it would be when one Gaster thinks the other Gaster is a fool.

But. Runester hands over his cards and Gaster begins to deal for three.