∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】 ─ The skeleton brings back memories, ones that dangle like a shiny lure set upon a pitfall. Gaster pauses, and refrains from chasing that thread in a hopeless race towards a past that had never existed, as far as he could know. He smiles, anyway, and politely waves back. Awkward, but the skeleton did seem familiar, however much it pained his skull to think it.
“It is not an awful place to live. It has its hiccoughs, but it is… ah…” Better than not existing, for a start. But then, Gaster could trade anything to be safe from that place again. He nervously wrings his hands, laughing, and tries his best to find a name somewhere in his mind.
It doesn’t come. It never does.
“I am sorry, do I know you?” Perhaps filling in the gaps would be a good thing, if the fellow skeleton knew him well. If nothing else, Gaster wanted a few little answers found; namely, why the familiar individual made him feel happy.
|* yeah, i’ve noticed. at least there’s a sky up here. i guess you could say this island...
|* shore is weird.
Something you found nice about this strange island, at least. You wait for him to say something snarky, or some other specific observation... but none comes. Instead, he looks like he’s having a hard time recalling who you are--something his next sentence confirms.
Your shoulders slump a little, but there’s nothing you can do about it. That’s not his fault.
|* you do, maybe. or at least you did at some point. but maybe it doesn’t matter in the long run.
|* name’s sans. sans the skeleton.
|* i guess if the rest comes to you, it comes to you. and if not, well.
|* that’s fine too.
No sense in telling the man about himself for hours if you didn’t know what good it would do. That, and perhaps some part of you didn’t want to awaken whatever laid dormant in his mind.
|* what do you call yourself now?
