Steven sits in the sand next to Sans and, after a moment's thought, kicks off his sandals. This beach is nicer than the castle, in some ways. But it's missing a few too many familiar faces for his taste. He hadn't met everyone yet. Just got used to walking past certain people or seeing them in the mess hall.
If it were about getting a choice, he would have stayed. That was kind of the plan. Which would be great if he remembered it ever existed during his waking hours. Then he could plan to get back somehow.
Maybe he can only remember if he's in someone's dream on a tropical island.
"Are things... going okay?" There's a little bit of a laugh to Steven's tone. He's got a chance to really check in, and he can't think what to ask first. It's like getting asked what his favorite kind of donut is. Suddenly he can't think of any.
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Steven sits in the sand next to Sans and, after a moment's thought, kicks off his sandals. This beach is nicer than the castle, in some ways. But it's missing a few too many familiar faces for his taste. He hadn't met everyone yet. Just got used to walking past certain people or seeing them in the mess hall.
If it were about getting a choice, he would have stayed. That was kind of the plan. Which would be great if he remembered it ever existed during his waking hours. Then he could plan to get back somehow.
Maybe he can only remember if he's in someone's dream on a tropical island.
"Are things... going okay?" There's a little bit of a laugh to Steven's tone. He's got a chance to really check in, and he can't think what to ask first. It's like getting asked what his favorite kind of donut is. Suddenly he can't think of any.