For every š I get, Iāll write and post a random entry from my museās diary! (translated from Wingdings because itād feel silly to just put the wingdings here for something like this)
And no, Iām not kidding.Ā
I had been allowed away from Asgore for a few hours today.
(I think he might be losing any heart her ever really had in trying to punish my for my crimes⦠not that he ever seemed much for it as it was, given that I am still alive to write this)
Virote took me to an art museumĀ with Sans and Papyrus, and it was⦠nice. It was reallyĀ nice. Papyrus still doesnāt have much of an inside voice, which earned us a lot of dirty looks, but I didnāt mind, even if every time he called me dad was a shock, and the shouting just made it worse.
I donāt think Iāll ever get used to that. Iāll never fathom what made him consider me as so. I hardly deserve it.
Sans wouldnāt talk to me, and I canāt blame himā¦but it was nice to see him. He seemed just as frail as usual, but he seemed happier. Less stressed and angry than I had seen him since⦠since before I put the plates in.
Virote is clearly taking very good care of him. Of course Virote is. Virote is an absolutely amazing person; absolutely brimming with love and kindness for everyone.
Heās doing everything he can to try to make me happy, no matter how little I deserve it, and⦠well, I canāt deny that I smile a lot more when Iām around him. Heās the first friend Iāve made in a long, longĀ time.Ā
Iām getting off topic. The point of this Journal is to make record of my day to day activities outside of my scientific work, not to digress into my gratitude for a friend.
We were at the museum for several hours, and Papyrus seems to like artistic things, even if he doesnāt have much artistic skill himself. He doesnāt have to though. I save every crude drawing he gives me.
I think Sans enjoyed himself too, even if he wouldnāt say it. Iām just glad theyāre happy. If theyāre happy⦠I think I can be at the very least content.