Gaster wasnât surprised by the polite greeting Chara gave him. They were living with Toriel, after all. He found solace in that fact. Toriel was a great parent, which likely meant Chara was a good kid. Gaster just couldnât get past the human portion of it all. This child was by no means a mage, but that didnât help squash Gasterâs fear. An Irrational fear. He was scared of a child. What a stupid thing to fear.
The Royal Scientist clicked his teeth together at Charaâs words. Ah. Maybe using simpler sentences would help? He was thankful they could at least somewhat understand. But.. perhaps it would be easier to find a dry erase board? Gaster had a few lying around, as some of the Monsters he worked with didnât understand his signing. So, the Skeleton held up a bony finger and momentarily disappeared into a near by room. Internally, he was thankful to have a moment to collect himself. It wasnât long before he reappeared with a marker and a board.
Is this better? Gasterâs handwriting wasnât the nicest (his handwriting was better when he wrote in his Font), but it was legible. He didnât mind writing to communicate- especially since he could easily conjure up a magical set of hands to write for him when needed. Besides. This meant he would have Charaâs eyes off him and on the white board. I can always ask an intern to translate, he wrote after erasing his previous question.
Chara was a little puzzled by his sudden exit, but they assumed he knew what he was doing. What else could they do but wait? Their gaze darted around the room as they rocked back and forth on the balls of their feet. Even just in here, there was so much they wanted to ask about, so many questions mounting up on top of the heap inside their head.
They started a little as the scientist entered again, making a quick shift to fix their posture as they turned their attention back to him. Being able to read his words easily was a relief, and they almost began to relax - only to freeze up when he presented them with the choice. It wasnât even about the translation, really. They could have handled it, one way or the other. It was the idea of making the wrong choice here without realising, of irritating him even more than they already had. The kid visibly tensed, silent for a few seconds - before realising that standing there panicking was just going make them look worse than any other option.
âOh, uh-â They stumbled over their words, trying to get their thoughts in order. It was best to just play it safe, right? â-itâs fine. The board is fine. No need to trouble an intern.â True, there was a twinge of regret that they wouldnât get to use the information theyâd learnt, but it was better than spending the whole conversation terrified of missing a sign or interpreting his words wrongly. He was already having to deal with their presence here, he didnât deserve an extra level of stress. âIâm- sure youâre all busy enough at the moment.â A slightly forced-sounding chuckle, as Chara attempted to pretend they actually knew what the hell they were doing here.
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