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It's been quite the stressful week for most of the castle's inhabitants. S-4 wasn't any different. With losing Frisk, fighting with Sans-Serif not to take any souls, struggling with the overwhelming emotions the funeral brought up, and then trying to deal with his dear friend's return as well as attempting to take care of his siblings (even Sans, despite him holing himself up in some mysterious room in the castle with that weird human), S-4 was a bit exhausted. But he wasn't about to sleep without a bedtime story.

Sans was too busy, so S-4 didn't want to bother him by asking. Sans-Serif would have helped, but he was still learning to read, and S-4 didn't want to frustrate him. It would probably be fine to just read it to himself.

He takes one of the picture books to the lounge, and is slowly flipping through it, a fingerbone pressed to the page underneath the words so he can keep his place.

"Out... came... the baby... bird."

Sophie called him a baby. He knows what that is. And a bird are those singing, flying creatures up in the trees. But the one in this book talks. Maybe only little birds can do that?

"'Where... is my... mother?' he said..."

Now that's a word he doesn't know.

"Mother? Mother... like brother?"

They rhyme, so it must be similar. But what exactly is one? Does he have one?

He's frowning at the book until he realizes someone is watching him read. Usually, he'd have a moment to be embarrassed about being caught like this, but right now, his question is too serious to be ignored for shame.

"What's a mother?"

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Date: 2016-04-01 07:37 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: A plate bolted into Sans-Serif's hand, bearing his expeirment designation (Unit designation)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
Sans-Serif scoots over to make room for his brother, and obligingly holds the book up a little so that S-4 can see it better. "we could give it a face. do you want to give it a face?" Would Frisk like it if it had a face?

Then he remembers - "some of them do have faces! frisk said we could paint a 'kitty' face on it, if we wanted! but i didn't know what one of those was." And he doesn't know how to paint. Learning how to paint and learning how to make a kite seems like it might be a bit hard, even for the two of them.

He sets to work flipping throuh the pages one way, and then the other. Fortunately, a page almost at the very beginning of the book has what they were initially looking for. Sans-Serif's eyesockets widen, and he taps a finger against the page. "there!" A picture of a kite that's just a bright, simple diamond shape with a ribbony sort of tail.

"i tried to get us some fabric already. i left it under the bed." It's a respectable amount of torn curtain.

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Date: 2016-04-05 04:12 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif, grinning with ferocious satisfaction at his own triumph (Deep dark satisfaction)
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"sure! i'll show you!" Sans-Serif gets to his feet, tucks the book under one arm, and holds his other hand out for S-4 to take. Guessing at least a little at what his brother is hoping for, however, he shakes his head and adds: "it's not red, though. but we can use it to practice, so we get it right when we do find enough red fabric." The castle might reset any damage it takes, but Sans-Serif doesn't want to wait around to find out if that applies to curtains.

And indeed, once they return to their room, Sans-Serif crawls about halfway under their bed, only to gingerly emerge holding a large bundle of material in his hands. It's more a dusty sort of pink, rather than proper red. The fabric is flimsy and even a little bit see-through, but at least that makes it light enough for even Sans-Serif to carry.

"now what else do we need?"

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Date: 2016-04-08 04:29 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif collapsed on the floor and visibly dizzy with effort (A little overworked)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
"sure they should!" Sans-Serif nods encouragingly up at his brother. "there's a lot of sticks outside. and, and everywhere needs string." Even a big, mysterious castle. "and..."

Hm. Scissors. Sans-Serif frowns thuoghtfully, staring straight ahead at nothing very much - that might be trickier. He's not sure he's seen something as mundane as a pair of scissors all while they've been here.

"...the other me might have some." Sans had gathered a lot of strange and sharp instruments for his makeshit lab. "or maybe we can borrow one of tauriel's knives."

He moves to smooth the pile of material out over the bed. It's enough to almost look like a second blanket. Maybe they can get two kites out of this.

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Date: 2016-04-11 08:48 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif, shrugging and smiling and trying to look casual (What can you do but laugh?)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
"yeah, that'd be good!" S-4 also looks older, even if he isn't. So if he has to ask to borrow something dangerous like scissors, the adults in the castle might be more inclined to let him. "and, and while you go find them, i can go get some sticks! and we can meet back here." String has to be around somewhere, but might be a bit harder to find by virtue of being string. So they can work together to find some.

"and if anything bad happens, we can just call each other."

Nothing bad should happen. Chara is locked up safely. But it's a big castle, and even Sans doesn't understand it all yet.

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Date: 2016-04-18 01:28 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: A plate bolted into Sans-Serif's hand, bearing his expeirment designation (Default)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
Fortunately, S-4 won't be waiting too long. After just a couple of minutes longer, Sans-Serif makes his way back into the room, balancing a handful of sticks and a ball of swing in his arms. There really were a lot of sticks outside, and he'd had no idea once he'd gotten there which ones would be best. So he'd taken a selection.

He can just barely see over the top of his pile, but it's enough to see that S-4 has been successful in his half of the quest, too. The little skeleton's expression breaks into a smile of relief. "oh, good, you found them!"

He lets the sticks clatter to the floor by the bed, sits down, and immediately goes to work sifting through for a likely looking pair to tie together. The actual tieing might need to be done by S-4, however - the sticks keep slipping out of place when Sans-Serif tries to do it alone.

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Date: 2016-04-30 06:12 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif trying to make conversation with S-4 as he heals him (Trying his best)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
Sans-Serif grins in relief ash is brother takes over. "thanks!" Holding the sticks in place proves to be a much easier job - especially when his hands are so small, since it means that S-4 won't have to worry so much about accidentally tying one of them up in the kite. His relief looks even more pronounced when S-4 remembers to leave the extra string. That much had completely slipped the smaller skeleton's mind.

Once S-4 is done, Sans-Serif happily holds up the frame and swings it this way and that, testing. The sticks hold quite steady, though he shouldn't have expected anything less from his brother. Then he sets the frame back on the bed and gathers up the fabric instead.

"how do we cut it out?"

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Date: 2016-05-07 12:58 am (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif trying to make conversation with S-4 as he heals him (Trying his best)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
"but we also need to cut extra, so it stays on and so it can go all the way around. don't we?" Sans-Serif tries to mime the actual wrapping with his hands, though he still sounds a bit uncertain. Here's where working with a picture works against them - in the picture book, it was impossible to tell what the back of the kite was supposed to look like. Some of the kites in the instruction book have fabric that goes all the way around, and some have gaps. Which one is this supposed to be?

...he thinks he might be right, or at least he thinks the book might be wrong if he isn't. The kite will look better this way. But either way, he offers the scissors to S-4 to cut with. This is definitely a job for the bigger brother, either way.

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Date: 2016-05-12 06:45 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif, so surprised at his mistake that his eyesockets have gone dark (Stunned silence)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
Sans-Serif stares down at the kite for a moment, and then facepalms hard enough to rattle faintly.

"i can't believe we forgot the glue!"

He lets out a faint "aargh" before collapsing back onto the bed beside the half-finished kite. "where are we supposed to find glue? what did they even use for glue, in castles like this?"

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Date: 2016-05-14 11:23 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif, eyesockets wide with disbelief and hope (Can it really be so?)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
It probably helps that it is only frustration, innocent and unpressured and entirely his own. It's not anger borne of pain or conditioning, it's not the anxious, agitated fear borne of failure. Frustration on its own is still fairly new to Sans-Serif - he wouldn't even really know to put that word to this feeling. He's just put out that their fun has been interrupted by what seems like such a minor issue in the grand scale of things.

And indeed, when he hears his brother giggling, Sans-Serif moves a hand away from one eyesocket to offer his brother a sheepish sort of smile. Some of the tension bleeds out of him, and he pushes himself back up into a sitting position.

"maybe? i thought they mostly used nails. but i guess you can't use nails for everything. so let's go look!" A carpenter's workshop is as good a place to check as any. And besides, maybe they can find a better pair of scissors there, or some more string for later.

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Date: 2016-05-16 10:47 pm (UTC)
antitemporal: Sans-Serif, trying to reassure S-4 with a hug (My most important person)
From: [personal profile] antitemporal
Sans-Serif takes that offered hand quite happily. His earlier frustration is, if not forgotten, then certainly once again subordinated to the sheer pleasure of getting to play with his brother. To the point that he gasps aloud at the alternative his brother suggests, one hand going to cover his mouth for a moment. Then he gives an enthusiastic rattle, staring up excitedly at S-4. "maybe! and, and we'd have to find an art room anyway! so we can paint a face on frisk's kite! let's go look!"

And that's not the only reason Sans-Serif suddenly wants very much to find an art room, though of course it is the most important reason. He suddenly finds himself seized with curiosity at the idea of...maybe painting something for himself. Just to see what happens.

With a renewed purpose, he sets off alongside his most important person. They'll probably be looking for a while - if Sans-Serif doesn't know what a room is or what it looks like, it's harder for him to zero in on wherever the castle has deposited it on any given day. But the castle is a big, mysterious place in general, and it will eventually provide them with a suitable destination.

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