#ftf tag

“So I discovered through a complicated experimental process, that I can indeed invade people’s dreams.” he says nonchalantly to Bella, who he quite literally randomly happened upon and decided to start talking to. 

“So there’s a bigass slice of pizza and... A fruity drink on me. Don’t worry, I made sure it wasn’t gonna get you too drunk to keep going.” she folds her arms across her chest, eyes glancing him up and down at least once. She recognizes him.

“Picked a pretty good weekend to come here, y’know...” the sheep breaks the silence at the underground bar, sneaking a small side-eye at the semi-regular unicorn-shaped patron. 

“Nice and quiet...” brow furrow, “Well... I mean every weekend’s kinda been quiet lately. But it’s still nice. Even if not many folks pop in, the atmosphere’s always more lively on the weekends, I think...” he’s been drying that same glass for a few seconds too long, before he realizes the cloth’s too wet to be of use anymore. He swaps it out for a dry one that’d work better.

Dane, slouched in the bed of his truck and listening to some strange genre of music on the stereo set in the front seat, adjusts his position when he spies Eerie, waving him down and over to the bed of the truck. 

“Y’know. I gotta say.” he starts, sitting up, hands in his pockets, “You gotta be one of the only people I’ve met recently that didn’t open with some disrespectful sexual innuendo. Or like... Got way too comfortable with admitting finding me attractive without even knowing my name yet.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Sammy.” he chuffs a small laugh or two, wringing his freshly scrubbed shirt out and hanging it up to dry with clothes pins, “You wanna catch me in my most natural state, find me when I’m at my desk with a pen in my hand. Can’t get more natural me than that.”

Stepping into this universe was a trip and a half. Everything Andre brought with him and his own person instantly turned sepia and black upon entry through the portal. He decided, instead of taking his own portal, that he’d make use of travel island and Bill Cipher’s nearly infinite knowledge. 

The demon was likely the reason this place was in contact with Chaoculus at all in the first place. Andre keeps that in mind, and the warning of the ink demon, while making his way around the studio with an air of curiosity. He wonders if he should take human shape, actually, and decides to go through with it before he could overthink and change his mind.

The Man standing before him is quite calm, in a plain white lab coat with his ID tag still clipped to it. A plain white rollneck sweater, black slacks, and neat, polished, shoes. Nothing about his appearance gave way his eagerness to speak to this, ‘other’ Sans.

“It needn’t be scientific in nature, frankly I am still getting my bearings about all these others, so a chat about, well… anything would be agreeable.” He said honestly nodding as the skeleton stood anyway and suggested a walk.

“Please, I appreciate your humoring a stranger.” His hands clasped behind his back in a relaxed way he walked along with the skeleton appreciating for a moment, the calm.

“It is easy to forget the sound of silence in a busy lab.” He says absently.

“dunno if I’d call this chunk of roadkill county silent. if you listen close there’s all sorts of sounds out there. wildlife lurking in the woods and living their lives. it’s really peaceful out here.” he comments while they make their way out behind the old looking house he’d been sitting out front of with plans of making their way down a dirt path to the woods.

“so you only recently figured out enough about string theory to discover multiversal travel? must be a real early development universe you’re from. you already know who i am, so that whole ‘i’m technically your son but don’t get weird about it’ business is already figured out.”

“Hey y’know what? I really really like being your model all the time. It makes me feel real nice. You’re super good at getting pictures of me taken with flare.” she says, leaning her head against Homie’s shoulder casually.