Gaster's pupils looked upon the child, and he squinted down at them.
Toriel called him over to look at this? A human, of all things, in the underground, where it was supposed to be solely monsters. No humans. How'd they even make it to Mount Ebbot?
The last time he could recall, Mount Ebbot was a pain to climb. Frequently, he'd slip and have to be pulled up by Asgore-
"Doctor Gaster, your bones seem to be rattling - are you alright, my friend?"
Ah - he hadn't noticed that. He makes an effort to cease this, sensing that Toriel would not be pleased with him if he were to cast an attacking glare towards the child. Instead, he flashes a half-smile, half-sneer with sharpened teeth. (Recently he's been neglecting to file them down, it's something on top of the other things that he hasn't managed to keep track of.)
The next few words out of his mouth come out too quickly, too abruptly. Almost as though they are spat out.
"I'm perfectly fine, Your Highness."
He knows from past experience that humans are not to be trusted - even in a truce, they still declare war on them.
Chara, meanwhile, perceives that the situation is tense. They'd leave if they could, but it would not be wise - their new mother had said that they needed to meet a friend. Said friend was said to be a kind monster, skeletal, and the Royal Scientist.
The skeletal monster stared a bit more, brows furrowing into a look of confusion as he began to sign to Toriel.
(WHY ARE THEY HERE.)
Toriel responds with a pointed glare. While she cannot hide her brimming concern, she could at least let the scientist know that this conduct is not appreciated.
( * I DID TELL YOU THAT THEY WERE HUMAN, DID I NOT?)
(NO, YOU FUCKING DIDN'T.)
( * DO NOT USE THAT LANGUAGE, WE HAVE CHILDREN AROUND!)
(THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND THIS LANGUAGE! IT'S FUCKING SIGN LANGUAGE! NOT A STAPLE IN SCHOOLING FROM WHERE I CAME FROM-!)
( * APOLOGIES FOR THE MISTAKE IN NOT TELLING YOU THAT THEY WERE HUMAN, BUT I WAS IN A RUSH TO GET THINGS PREPARED.)
Gaster's look softens a little as he signs in response to her, pupils dimming slightly.
(APOLOGIES FOR THE LANGUAGE. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M LIKE.)
(PLUS WHAT WITH THE WAR-)
( * GASTER. YOU NEED TO STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.)
(I KNOW, I KNOW. ...I'M STILL ALLOWED TO BE A BITTER LITTLE SHIT THOUGH.)
There's a snicker from Toriel, and Gaster feels his shoulders lighten a little. Though, he visibly slumps upon viewing the child's visage.
"Alright, well- what the hell do you want me to do?"
Chara perks up. They hadn't expected Gaster's voice to sound so... British.