(A button press away. Technology was wild and Eddie sort of loved it. He would have loved that instantaneous connection with his other friends. Sure phone-calls existed, but you always had to talk your way through a parent first.
Eddie looks deeply pleased by Sans willingness to promise him. Promises were something of a magic for Eddie, both literally and figuratively. The scar on his palm was nearly gone, but it held something powerful in it. So would this promise. That was the beauty of a child believing there were few things stronger in existence than promises, believing it as much as they believed in God or chicken noodle soup being the cure for common colds.)
Yes! I think I saw a turtle over there- look. (He points his finger out, perfectly content to spend time with Sans just looking for impossible things in the strange loops and angles of a storm.)
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Eddie looks deeply pleased by Sans willingness to promise him. Promises were something of a magic for Eddie, both literally and figuratively. The scar on his palm was nearly gone, but it held something powerful in it. So would this promise. That was the beauty of a child believing there were few things stronger in existence than promises, believing it as much as they believed in God or chicken noodle soup being the cure for common colds.)
Yes! I think I saw a turtle over there- look. (He points his finger out, perfectly content to spend time with Sans just looking for impossible things in the strange loops and angles of a storm.)