#;idle

After a good while of crying.. she comes back down the staircase, bags heavy in her eyes to see.. the Skeleton, laying in the middle of her floor. Sleeping, no doubt. She didn’t even want to approach.  ...Gaster.. Can you hear me? - @rcdacted A gaze shifting upward into the void.  ..Get him out of here, please? if you can. I don’t want him here, but I’d rather not be cold. I don’t have the energy.  She speaks inwardly, looking tiredly, yet with a fondness and love for the amass of eyes looming above her, always watching, always a comfort. It’s mist and looming branches, hands and fingers endlessly signing. It was a fond entropy that she’d grown to adore. The bun-haired, NERF THIS, clad pink demon.. wandered slowly up the black metal staircase back to her dwelling. Seems she’d spend more days adrift, stewing in her own apartment.