The smile spreading across his cheekbones only grows wider with each passing moment. If he were to have a heart, it’d be beating faster than normal, but instead, there’s just a soul inside of your ribcage. Regardless, it somewhat acts like a heart, and is pretty much doing this weird expanding/contracting motion. It’s not quite like beating, since it doesn’t have a distinct rhythm, but it does more of a motion that lungs would do. Just a constant flow of growing slightly larger before falling in on itself again. He loved how Tb made it do that. Most things didn’t even phase it anymore.
Skeletal fingers began typing away, head lowered as he slowly made his way to his dresser. The disks were lying on top of it, so once he got them, he’d head down to his basement where he held all of his better technological equipment: computers and top secret stuff he didn’t want to talk about.
FA: i just put the disk in, right?
GA: Yeah, y’ do! But y’ gotta put in the client disk; t’ be honest, I’d feel more comfortable if I connected t’ you first, y’know? So I’ll be your server player, ‘f you’re chill with that.
GA: Now I just gotta contact m’ boss, the few others…that one guy.
GA: I’m not too excited about invitin’ him to our game. He doesn’t seem too…
GA: …Yeah, not sure how t’ say it without bein’ blunt. He seems like an insufferable prick.
Shoving the phone back into his pockets, he took the CDs and their cases in his arms before leaving his house. It was a little quiet, but he didn’t mind it too much. It was usually like this in the morning. Outside, the birds were singing, but the ground was too frozen to grow anything. The townspeople went about their business with droopy eyes, slow voices, tired smiles. There was nothing to see in a small place like Snowdin, and frankly, nothing to do. The only place that offered solace from the haze was Grillby’s, and even then, a casual atmosphere hung around the crowds within.
He went around to the back of the house and pulled a key from the pocket opposite to his phone, the door to the basement making a rather satisfying click. He’d hear it again once he’d locked himself inside, and upon making his way to his computer, he unsheathed the server player CD. A black spirograph was the only symbol on it, as the other CD held the image of a black house comprised of six squares for its body. Strange, but intriguing. He set the server disk down for the moment, however, so he could turn on his computer. Might as well spend the time between now and loading the game talking to Tb.
One could even consider the immense amounts of gushy, mushy love between them hideous. But did he care? No.
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – Snoop Dog
He was almost sure Snoop Dog said that.
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