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drawpile doodle ft both my boy rick and latte!! they are... very similar in attitude

'Hello. Is there something I can do for you?' His hands moved quickly with the ease of practice. Years of others not understanding his Font tended to do that to you, he supposed. He had to communicate somehow, after all.

As he spoke, he signed slowly and deliberately, not for Gaster's sake, but to make sure he was conveying the meaning correctly. He knew the monster before him understood spoken words, but… signing his own words as he spoke helped him practice too. "Your name is Gaster?" he paused, letting his signing catch up, "I don't know if you remember, but my name is Rick.."

Something in the stranger’s voice seems to catch Alex a bit off guard, even then they quickly look down with that same bitter expression as usual. “Wow, you sound pathetic, and that’s coming from a street rat… Do you want me to take pity on you or something? I-I don’t have time for such things…”

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My boyfriend!! I’m good! How’re you doing, love?

My boyfriend!! I’m good! How’re you doing, love?

I love you too Rick! Oh and make sure that Grimm gets rest or I’m going to use my wires to slingshot dropkick both of you!

‘Fine, fine,’ An extra pair of hands signed as he finished cleaning off his coat. And that’s when he made the mistake of looking up at the newcomer. He immediately recognized the person as human and quickly backpedaled. His eye light was small and bright as his boots got caught up in the snow and he stumbled backwards. He searched frantically for any signs of a weapon- of a knife- on the human as he struggled to stand up again in his panicked state.

‘I can make it on my own,’ Gaster signed. He tried to slow down each hand movement, but it was hard with his shaking hands. He was used to having others not understand both his Font and his sign language, so this really wasn’t new.

If he was friendly enough, maybe more monsters could see that he isn’t a threat to them?

‘Fine, fine,’ An extra pair of hands signed as he finished cleaning off his coat. And that’s when he made the mistake of looking up at the newcomer. He immediately recognized the person as human and quickly backpedaled. His eye light was small and bright as his boots got caught up in the snow and he stumbled backwards. He searched frantically for any signs of a weapon- of a knife- on the human as he struggled to stand up again in his panicked state.

He squinted at the hands as they signed a word…. ‘fine’..? “I’m uh- I’m a bit rusty on sign language, sorry-”. As soon as the monster looked up at him and their eyes met, Rick noticed the immediate backpedaling and threw his hands up. Palms open and forward as if surrendering, an attempt to show harmlessness. “I- y-you’re safe-! i don’t have anything-!” Even his demeanor seemed to shrink at the reaction, slouched and drawn in. “I just… wanted to help i didn’t mean to scare you…”

‘Safe?’ They had said they were rusty on sign language, hadn’t they? Gaster tried to make do with simple signs to get his words across, since he knew for a fact this human wouldn’t be able to understand his Font. ‘No weapons?’ Gaster hated how badly his hands shook as he signed. He attempt to scoot further away from the human, but the snow was making it difficult. As it was, the freezing cold substance was already soaking through his cloths. Thankfully, due to his lack of skin, Gaster wouldn’t feel the cold until it was more severe.

He dug through a pocket of the robe before producing a couple Monster Candies. “I.. don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t seem to be well- a-and these help me feel better when I’m not, so.. um.” He held the candy offering in his cupped hand out for Gaster, as far away from himself as he could comfortably manage.

Things were starting to get a bit fuzzy. Gaster assumed his exhaustion was finally kicking in. He had used to much magic and hadn’t eaten or slept nearly enough in the past day or so. ‘No,’ Gaster signed sternly. 'You probably poisoned them.’ He could feel his entire body shaking now. The cracks in his skull and the holes in his hands burned from both phantom pains and the cold temperature.

"Um. M-my name is Rick,"