give the man a nobel

[voidster]

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... and one useless old man is playing cards against another faceless (and useless) old man, outside in the gardens.

It seems the real thing has finally made peace with his double--or at least taken pity on him enough to stop ignoring him. It's wearying, carrying around all that animosity for someone who literally can't venture too far without being summoned back, and who can't help what he was created for. (To nag and nag him to murder a friend.) Life has been rough and he's... lonely, in a sense. It's good to have someone to play a game with nearby, and who has nothing better to do.

They've brought a little table and four chairs with them, on the off chance anyone wants to join. It's nice here, in the shade of a tree, sun shining through the leaves. Sit with them and wonder how in the world the rune-faced Gaster sees his cards without any eyesockets?

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[voidster]

The two Gasters glance at each other for a moment, and lay down their cards nearly in sync. They're one and the same, despite looks... and 'silence' from the new one.

[I didn't. What is it?]

Good news, for a change?

[sassifist]

"Weeell, thanks to me, Mettaton finally asked him out on a date." You an practically see the smugness radiating off of them. Are they pleased? Heck yeah. They don't really know how things went, but hey. As long as Papyrus is happy, they won't pry too much into adult affairs.

[voidster]

Beaming.

[Good, good for you. Thank you for finally getting them to see sense.]

(Wise of them. He himself doesn't care to ask, either--there's no possible way it went badly. The details don't need to be shared.)

[sassifist]

"I'm just surprised it happened so fast. Here I was, expecting this long, drawn out, will-they/won't-they routine." They hold up their hands and sigh. "Glad I was wrong this time. Guess TV and movies aren't always the best indicators, huh?"

[voidster]

He shakes his head, wanting to chuckle, knowing it will come out distorted and unnerving.

[I know him outside this little pocket, and I've been pressuring him to ask for months. Perhaps longer, I'm not sure. Strange to think someone who's been on stage could be so shy.]