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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?"
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: 2016-04-17 07:25 pm (UTC)He knows Sans-Serif will, and he knows he'll be called if anything bad does happen, but he still finds it important to remind him, before he goes running off to find the scissors.
Shockingly, the lab doesn't seem to have any, but the kitchen does have a pair. S-4 looks around to make sure there isn't anyone to ask if he can borrow them, but no one is cooking, so he hopes no one will notice they're missing for now. He carefully carries them back to the entrance of the library, and then as he waits for Sans-Serif, he looks them over, snipping at a piece of scrap paper just to make sure they're sharp.
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Date: 2016-04-18 01:28 pm (UTC)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: 2016-04-25 08:09 pm (UTC)"Yeah! I think they'll work, too. We just have to be careful."
He looks at the sticks Sans-Serif has picked out, and they seem to be the right size, based on the diagram. When he sees his sibling struggle with the string, he takes it from him carefully.
"Just hold them in place, okay? I can do it."
With Sans-Serif's help making sure they don't slip away, S-4 slowly but effectively ties them together into a cross shape, just like the book says. He even leaves extra string to hold the kite by.
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Date: 2016-04-30 06:12 pm (UTC)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: 2016-05-05 05:43 pm (UTC)At least, he thinks that until he looks at the fabric, and then he seems a little confused. How do they cut it?
"Um... if we put the sticks in a spot and cut the diamond shape out around them, maybe that will work?"
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Date: 2016-05-07 12:58 am (UTC)...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: 2016-05-10 08:27 pm (UTC)"Do... do we have to glue the fabric around the sticks or something?"
This is turning out to be more complicated now, but surely the two of them are smart enough to figure it out together.
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Date: 2016-05-12 06:45 pm (UTC)"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 07:22 pm (UTC)"It's okay! I bet we can find some. Um... maybe there's like some in a workshop? Carpenters used glue, right?"
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Date: 2016-05-14 11:23 pm (UTC)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: 2016-05-15 05:37 pm (UTC)So he grins back at Sans-Serif, even as he sits up, and then makes a curious face at what his brother has to say. There might not be any glue, but... it still is worth looking, especially when Sans-Serif can navigate the castle quickly. He grins and slips off the bed, offering a hand to help his brother to his feet.
"If it's not in there, maybe there's... an art room or something?"
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Date: 2016-05-16 10:47 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-05-19 02:50 pm (UTC)He beams as his brother rattles away, and nods happily. "Yeah! I bet we can find it!"
Setting off next to him, he lets Sans-Serif mainly lead the way, as they peek from room to room. It takes a bit of time, but eventually, S-4 peers into one with an easel all set up, holding a half-finished painting of a basket of apples.
"This must be the art room!"