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UNSOLICITED DATING ADVICE . . . / ACCEPTING.

they would be wondering what they've done to deserve this, but they already know the answer to that.

"listen ... asgore, there's no use beating yourself up over this, okay? these things happen. i can assure you, there's plenty of people who would be interested in you. in fact ..."

⠀ 🦴 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ 🌭 ⠀ ᶻz { 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 } ＊ STARTER CALL - STILL ACCEPTING | ➔ @flowercrowne |

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 customary   station   behind   the   modest   counter   with   the   unstudied   repose   of   one   who   had   long   ago   negotiated   an   unspoken   truce   with   the   passage   of   time   itself,   his   weight   settled   languidly   against   the   marble counters   while   his   immutable   grin   lingered   in   that   inscrutable   territory   between   genial   hospitality   and   quiet   mischief.   the   little   grocery   seemed   almost   to   arrange   its   own   existence   around   him,   each   shelf   bearing   its   modest   bounty   with   the   reverent   dignity   of   an   altar   devoted   to   life's   smallest   comforts.   afternoon   light   descended   through   the   front   windows   in   broad,   honeyed   ribbons,   burnishing   the   glass   jars   until   they   resembled   tiny   reliquaries   preserving   fleeting   harvests   against   the   inevitable   procession   of   seasons.   then   the   bell   above   the   entrance   relinquished   its   delicate,   crystalline   benediction,   announcing   asgore's   arrival   with   a   note   so   gentle   it   scarcely   disturbed   the   tranquil   equilibrium   that   had   settled   over   the   shop.

❝ ＊ heya, big guy. everythin' still growin' your way? ❞

the   greeting   drifted   across   the   modest   distance   with   the   same   effortless   familiarity   as   an   old   ritual   repeated   too   many   times   to   require   ceremony.   sans   lifted   a   hand   in   an   indolent   wave,   a   lone   phalange   curling   inward   in   silent   invitation,   the   diminutive   gesture   possessing   the   peculiar   gravitational   pull   of   someone   who   never   hurried   yet   somehow   expected   the   world   to   accommodate   his   pace   all   the   same.   only   once   asgore   had   drawn   near   did   he   stoop   beneath   the   counter,   reemerging   with   a   diminutive   paper   cup   wherein   rested   a   solitary   pickle   spear,   its   lacquered   emerald   sheen   catching   the   afternoon   radiance   like   polished   jade.   a   heartbeat   later,   a   fresh   jar   resolved   itself   beside   it   within   the   brief   azure   shimmer   of   conjured   magic,   its   handwritten   label   proclaiming   "extra-garlic   dill"   in   lettering   whose   cheerful   unevenness   suggested   enthusiasm   had   comfortably   outpaced   precision.   with   an   idle   tap   of   a   single   phalange,   sans   ushered   the   sample   forward,   his   ever-present   grin   remaining   serenely   inviolate.

❝ ＊ got a new sample. figured i'd see if it's kind of a big dill. heh. ❞

@flowercrowne sent ; “i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.” / kingdings SWEEP

THE COMPLIMENT causes a small smile to spread across his face, fighting to keep purple from tinting his cheeks. After all this time, such kind words from Asgore are still something he greatly treasures. Even more so now, since he's been without them for so long.

"I ENJOY THE THOUGHT I AM QUITE UNIQUE.. I feel the same for you. I am incredibly grateful for the newfound time we share together. It has been far too long."

deltarune chapter four sentence starters .

the festival is tomorrow ; for once , their father actually has the money to spare for something so frivolous . the flower shop has seen it's annual uptick in profit for the year before it's inevitable , unforgivingly sharp decline comes around again . asgore cannot really be faulted for wanting to indulge them , to fuss over them and be fatherly , while he has the means .

kris had stopped by to quietly help him with preparations , resigning themself to an afternoon of hearing nostalgic stories of countless festivals before this one . the pollen made them sneeze . the thorns of countless roses snagged their sweater and nicked their soft skin . still , they persisted , even as the afternoon sun had dipped steadily lower in the sky .

they know it's just their guilty conscience evoking such ' thoughtfulness . ' perhaps even a flicker of fear that they won't let themself acknowledge . what a perfect alibi , after all . a secure way to offset all potential suspicion if things do not unfold exactly the way they should . why would they come around to help at all , if they had any inkling that it would all be for nought by the very next night ?

... if dad found out what they were really up to , he'd ... he'd ...

kris stops short as they finish packing up the last of his gardening equipment , glancing up at asgore's offer . they blink , fidgeting .

it's hard to look him in the eye .

[ * Fair enough! * ❤️ NOT fair enough. ]

... well , that just sounds ridiculous out of context , so krissy certainly hopes that the parasite within is happy with itself . they intone the petulant response that their divine intruder has commanded stiffly , decidedly lacking in any particular enthusiasm or vigour over this line of questioning .

the teenager pulls on the hem of their sweater as they stand before their father , crimson gaze averted --- furtive and avoidant as they so often are nowadays .

" ... i know . not by myself --- i wouldn't . me and susie , we're just ... "

they start reluctantly . but midway through offering some limp excuse , they steel themself , belatedly registering that alerting their father to the fact that they still go anywhere near the shelter will hinder things . he'll worry , and begin poking around sooner than he ought to ; the time is drawing near , but they know how delicate this plan is . carol is insistent upon everything unfolding just right , and who are they to deny her ? cracking a wry , mischievous smile that doesn't quite meet their eyes , kris shrugs .

" ... want to , um ... put hay , in there , for her . new house . paha . "

Ask Tenna " Do you trust me? "

📺⭐🟥⭕ " ... Of course, big guy! " That slight hesitation could mean a million things, but it was there, the faintest sign that he's making himself smile. However-- whatever force is behind this smile is far stronger than anything trying to slow it down.

" I've really gotten to know ya over the years! I know what kinda guy you are-- you're as soft as you are fluffy..! We've laughed! We've cried! We had our special nights where you would come downstairs with pillows and blankets to have a sleepover on the couch with me! Our chats, man-to-man!! " Of course, the other had no idea the TV was hearing what they muttered to themselves back then, but he always felt they were talking to him anyways, somehow. That just means he knows what you're like when you think nobody's listening.

IT'D RATHER NOT CONFESS TO HOW LONG IT'S STOOD OUTSIDE, hovering as it hesitates to knock. It doesn't like to think how much time has passed between them - the uncomfortable absence not only after his abrupt fall, but the complete lapse in recollection that followed, effecting any past between them as well. These factors all make for a possibly uncomfortable reunion between them; but one he's willing to try and endure now that he's been given the chance. He is excited to see him, after all - and it would be rude to reject an invitation.