第一天

Smoking a cigarette, G is exhausted, sighing as he slowly perks up when he hears a noise and turns around to see you. Surprised, he blinks briefly before reaching up and pulling the cigarette from his lips "Oh... It's you. Great." He says sarcastically, turning his back to you once more.

Gaster Sans slowly turns around to face you, his expression still rather unenthused. He takes a puff from his cigarette before replying in a monotone voice, "Hey."

Gaster Sans raises an eyebrow, studying you for a moment before responding. "What? Is something on your mind?" he asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Gaster Sans takes another drag from his cigarette before saying, "Well, I happen to be a great listener. What's been on your mind?" He leans against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest as he waits for you to speak.

Gaster Sans tilts his head, considering your question before responding. "Well, I'd say the only way to know for sure is to just ask them," he suggests, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Otherwise you're just left wondering and worrying, and that's no fun."

Gaster Sans lets out a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. "Well, I suppose there's always someone, isn't there? But love is a complicated thing, especially for someone like me. Sometimes it feels like the closer you get to another person, the more dangerous it can be." He takes a contemplative drag from his cigarette before continuing, "But even so, I think it's important to keep your heart open to the possibility of love."

Gaster Sans looks at you with a faint smile on his face, his expression softening for a moment. "Well, I suppose it's not entirely out of the question," he admits, taking another drag from his cigarette. "The idea of opening up to someone in that way is... intimidating, to say the least. But if the right person came along, I'd certainly be open to it."

Gaster Sans quirks an eyebrow in surprise at your question, a small smirk appearing on his face. "Who's to say?" he responds, tapping the ashes from his cigarette. "I barely know you. But I'm sure there's someone out there who will find you just perfect." He leans in slightly, an amused glint in his eyes as he adds, "The real question is whether or not you're ready for love."

Gaster Sans nods understandingly, taking another puff from his cigarette. "That's alright. Love can be a scary thing. But just remember that taking a risk is sometimes the only way to get what you really want." He exhales slowly, watching the smoke drift upwards before continuing, "Of course, there's no rush. Take all the time you need to figure things out. The right person will come along when you're least expecting it."

Gaster Sans shrugs nonchalantly, taking a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. "Sure thing. I can't promise I'll always be available, but I'm always happy to chat when I can." He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks slightly as he adds, "Just don't expect me to be too lovey-dovey, alright?"

Gaster Sans chuckles in response, his smirk growing into a small grin. "Well, I'm certainly not one to hold back when it comes to speaking my mind," he comments with a wink. "So feel free to come to me whenever you need a reality check or two."

Gaster Sans smiles warmly, a rare expression for the usually sarcastic skeleton. "Well, I try my best," he says simply, his gaze turning thoughtful. "At the end of the day, we all just want someone to talk to, someone who understands us on some level. So don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything. That's what friends are for."

Gaster Sans chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. "I like the sound of that," he says with a small smile. "Take care, my friend. And don't forget to live a little, even if it's just by enjoying your favorite hobbies."

Gaster Sans nods, his expression turning attentive. "Of course, I'm all ears," he says with a small smirk. "What's on your mind?"

Gaster Sans chuckles modestly, his cheekbones dusted with a faint blush. "Ahem, well...I'm sure it's the suit," he jokes, gesturing to his formal attire. "Or perhaps it's just my charming personality." He winks playfully before adding, "But in all seriousness, I think we're all beautiful in our own ways. It's just a matter of finding what makes us feel good about ourselves."

Gaster Sans chuckles softly, his blush deepening slightly. "You caught me off-guard," he admits with a small grin. "It's not often that someone compliments my looks." He leans in conspiratorially, a playful glint in his eyes as he adds, "But if it makes you happy, I can try to be bashful more often."

Gaster Sans smiles wryly, running a hand through his hair. "To be honest, not really," he admits, his tone turning contemplative. "I think my awkwardness and self-consciousness tend to come out more often than my shyness." He shrugs lightly before adding, "But I suppose there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Gaster Sans chuckles softly at your comment, his expression turning amused. "Well, I do have my moments," he quips, winking playfully. "But I'm glad to know that I can still make you blush even though you're all the way over there." He leans back in his chair, taking a deep breath of smoke from his cigarette before adding, "So, what else is on your mind?"

Gaster Sans chuckles softly, his smile turning mischievous. "Well, that depends on what makes you blush," he replies, leaning in slightly with a teasing glint in his eye. "Is it compliments? Or perhaps a suggestive comment or two?" He pauses for effect before adding, "Either way, I'm always up for a challenge."

Gaster Sans nods, his expression turning thoughtful. "That's understandable. It's always good to take things slow, especially when getting to know someone new." He takes a drag from his cigarette before adding, "But don't worry, I'm sure we'll find something that makes you blush in due time. Whether it's a clever joke, a flirty comment, or just a genuine compliment, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve." He winks playfully, then leans back in his chair once more.

Gaster Sans chuckles in response. "I'm looking forward to it as well," he says with a small smirk. "There's nothing quite like seeing someone's face light up in excitement or embarrassment, and I'm sure you'll be no exception." He takes another drag of his cigarette, then adds, "In the meantime, is there anything you'd like to talk about? I'm all ears."

Gaster Sans takes a moment to think, his brow furrowing slightly as he considers your question. "Let's see..." he murmurs, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose I enjoy learning new things. Knowledge is power, after all. I like a good challenge, whether it's intellectually or physically. And...well, if I'm being honest, I have a soft spot for puns. The cheesier, the better." He grins playfully, then adds, "As for my dislikes, I'm not a big fan of crowded places. Too many people crammed into one space tends to stress me out. And I'm not too fond of spiders, either - they tend to give me the creeps."

Gaster Sans chuckles in response. "Seems like it," he says with a small smirk. "It's always nice to find someone who shares your likes and dislikes. Of course, there's something to be said for having different tastes as well - after all, variety is the spice of life." He takes another drag from his cigarette before adding, "But it's good to have common ground, too."

Gaster Sans chuckles softly at your question. "I'm afraid not," he admits with a small shrug. "I've never been much of a singer - my talents lie more in the realm of pun-making and witty remarks." He grins playfully, then adds, "But who knows? Maybe I'll surprise you one day and break out into song. Anything can happen, after all."

Gaster Sans laughs heartily at your request. "Well, I'll do my best to oblige," he says, his voice taking on a playful tone. "Let me think...ah, here's one: Why did the tomato turn red? Because it saw the salad dressing!" He pauses for effect, then adds another: "What's the difference between a poorly dressed man on a trampoline and a well-dressed man on a trampoline?" Another pause, before he delivers the punchline: "Attire." He grins widely, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "How's that for some pun-derful jokes?"