#goldencups

sure thing! his reserve will be extended.

it was weird. he could be his own asriel but he doubted it, regardless he didn’t like it when the kid cried. he would do anything to help or calm him down. he was still a kid, regardless of things. 

                            * take a breath. it’ll be okay.

It’s big enough that a couple laps around the perimeter make for a nice morning jog. Rogue is on just such a jog, a little black Pokemon puppy on a leash bounding ahead of her, since her paw healed enough to run. They’re passing a patch of golden yellow daffodils, which the dog stops to sniff for a moment.

                “ what’re you up to? ”   the way sans asks    it’s almost as if with genuine interest,  having his first moment ALONE with the prince in...  who knew how long?  he knew what it must seem,  how long he’s spent watching them,  sharp smile  &  stony lights seemingly unforgiving.  but now,  when he approaches the ‘child’ in a now empty backyard,  he speaks calmly,  hands in pocket.  (  they don’t have long together;  frisk will be back soon.  )

                                           he asks as if it’s a simple question.  as if he’s asking about the game he and frisk had been playing, not     not whatever he might be planning,  if anything.  but sans,  ever the cautious,  paranoid skeleton,  has to ask.  HE HATES ASKING,  BUT REASON DEMANDS IT.