"i don't know." Sans-Serif frowns, still rubbing the sleep from his eyesockets. He's been sleeping better than S-4 or Sans, but that's more a testament to how poorly the other two have been sleeping. Already, he'd just started to get used to sharing a bed with S-4, and now, somehow...he keeps waking up to find S-4 not there.
Sans-Serif had just assumed he was busy helping Sans with important labwork. Like he'd sometimes overhear his brother helping Gaster. So to find him here, reading another book all on his own, is a surprise. But it's not an unpleasant one.
The smaller skeleton pads over to peer curiously over his brother's shoulder. "maybe there's a picture." He squints down at the page. If there's something they don't recognize, maybe they can conclude that that's the "mother".
Spams you like a tin of spiced ham
Sans-Serif had just assumed he was busy helping Sans with important labwork. Like he'd sometimes overhear his brother helping Gaster. So to find him here, reading another book all on his own, is a surprise. But it's not an unpleasant one.
The smaller skeleton pads over to peer curiously over his brother's shoulder. "maybe there's a picture." He squints down at the page. If there's something they don't recognize, maybe they can conclude that that's the "mother".