|…this is awkward. Really awkward.| She looked at the ground, just kinda… standing there. How to regularly interact… “So, uh…” She stopped. She had no idea how to continue that- I mean, what exactly could she say to someone who was extremely unpredictable? Even in normal situations, she can’t really talk to people like a normal person. This was like trying to- uh… |I can’t come up with an accurate enough metaphor for that.| Neither can I. |…you’re the narrator. How can you not-| Because I’m tired. Also we’ve gotten way off track. So anyway. She nervously laughed. “Wow, this is awkward.” |…oh my god. I need to shut the heck up.| P He stopped humming for a second and nodded. "Yup-.." awkwardly hums "Ya you know what I do when sh[oop] becomes awkward? You know usually I run away but I think that just might make it worse-" HUMMING INTENTSIFIES. |whatdoido WHAT THE HECK DO I DO- THINK SWAP, T H I N K. PLEASE-| He looked a bit..off. But, that's just because he's so nervous and AWKWARDNESS F It had been a couple of days since she’d decided to trust him. Honestly, the two days had been… just as awkward as the first. She was still a little wary with him, but way, way more open than before. At the moment, he wasn’t around- wherever he was, she didn’t really care. She trusted him. …for the most part. It was a little strange… sometimes it felt like something was different about the way he acted. Just… not sincere, I guess. But it always felt like she imagined it, too. So it was probably fine. She was just glad she didn’t /have/ to do anything she didn’t want to. She just felt… Better. P Swap was currently sorting out crap. Like, I don't even know he's just doing stuff. He wondered what Tavia was doing..Who cares though. He hummed, instead of..an awkward hum he was actually happy and content. It was still the same tune as last time, but just..different. Maybe..maybe he didn't have to do his plan right away. He could just..cherish the moments where Tavia actually.. believed him. and trusted him. And had good times with him. "Hm?- Oh jeez- Forgot about this." He picked up a small hand mirror, it was one his brother had given up. Since he was the 'magnificent Sans' and all. He missed Papy. But, can't change that now, can he? He looked into the mirror. His SOUL was aching, aching for the hug Papy would give, the jokes, his friends. "But I can't turn back now." "Not anymore," His highlights changed to blue, baby blue to be specific. He set the mirror down and sighed, humming again, very, very, very faintly.. "I should apologize though, shouldn't I?" "Well..Sorry Paps. Sorry Toriel, Sorry Asgpre, sorry Undyne, Alphys, Chara." "I'm sorry to all of you. I just, couldn't help it I guess, huh?" He nodded to himself, he would wait to do his plan. |Yeah. Sounds good.| F She decided to go to Swap, after having a second to think. As soon as she entered the room, he looked up, having noticed her. “Heya.” She attempted a light smile, which instead became a slight smile. |Great. …at least I tried.| He seemed… a little surprised at her smile, but he returned one. “What have you been up to?” She asked, looking over at his work. He shrugged. “Sorting. You?” She also shrugged. “Also sorting, I guess. Sorting thoughts.” P "Ah." |Right you idiot. She's not THAT comfortable with you- I mean- Think of the damn things you've done to her? Physically, mentally, emotionally? Hell, she was right to think you were a soulless killer. Because you were. And you always will be. Even in the time you decide to hold off the plan, you will have memories of what you had done to her. And what you did to them. Just like that damn mirror.| "Sans?" Swap jumped, startled, she snapped him out of his thoughts. "Mmm??" "What's that?" She pointed to the mirror. "Oh- um." He shakily took it in his hands. "It was a gift, from my brother. He gave it to me..It- It was actually someone else's birthday, one of our family members- But he just couldn't resist, so he bought me a present as well." He smiled at the memory. "I think I have a picture of it somewhere, but it's hidden away." He chuckled. "I..uh. Sorry for making things awkward-" He set the mirror down and looked at her. |It..wouldn't hurt to ask, right?| Tavia thought. "Who.. Whose birthday was it?" He hesitated before saying. "Well..I mean, I don't usually tell people but..you deserve an answer." "It was Gaster's birthday." F |…oh my god.| She looked down, silently cursing herself for asking. | I shouldn’t have asked that, holy- he already wasn’t doing good, and now I just- oh my god.| “I’m so- I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-“ |…he was obviously grieving, what are you doing. Oh my god what is my problem. What the heck.| She rubbed her neck, trying to pass off her internal cursing- along with the awkwardness of everything. Her face was, admittedly flushed from embarrassment. |I want to freaking fall into a hole and die right now ughhh-|
