#itsgoatbro

    Watching her son fall on the ice hadn’t worried Toriel too much at first, he was just a beginner after all - but as he continued .. The motherly monster couldn’t help but move for him. She had picked up the activity a little better, but that was only due to having some sort of past experience. 

    Chara feels uncomfortable, something that didn’t normally occur with them while they were in the company of their adoptive brother. Normally, however, would be to say how they used to interact before everything happened. They rub behind their neck, red eyes fixed on anywhere but him as they stay sat down not far from him. 

Everything was such a blur the past few weeks, they had almost believed they could completely evade this conversation due to the chaos of coming to the surface && helping monster’s adjust  .. Although that was more Frisk’s job as they were the ambassador.

“Al̸ri̛g̴ht,̵ ̷g̵u͘y͘s,̷ ̢r͘o͜ost̵er̵’s flow͠n͞ the ̷c̀oo͢p, ́lèt͘’s̶ th͡row͏ ̨so͟m͏e ͟egg͘s͟ i̶n͜ ͟a͡ ba̡sk̶e̡t̕.”

Byron groaned at the twelvefold voice in his walkie-talkie, standing from where he’d been waiting backstage and flicking away his spent cigarette.

“You know, Lem, you could just say ‘hey, Mettaton went for the meet-and-greet, let’s pick up the gear.’”

“I l͞i̡ķe͞ my̡ ́wa̡y̕ b͞ette͡r. I͜t̢’͢s̡ ͟f̨u̶n.̡”

“And here I thought Ronnie boy was the theatrical one, haha.”

A grimace crossed his features as he could almost hear the wink following that.

“Don’t call me Ronnie. Let’s just clean this up, alright?”

He trudged up onto the stage, glancing out at the mostly-empty seats, most of the monsters and humans alike already having gathered up their things to follow Mettaton outside so he could, he didn’t know, sign their babies and kiss their photographs, or whatever it was eccentric fans asked for. Not like he had any to know for himself. Aaron piped up from where he was gathering mic stands as Byron crouched to pick up a speaker.

“Careful, dude, don’t wanna throw out your back. Maybe let Lemon Bread grab that one, huh?”

That and the accompanying wink earned a (grotesquely distorted) laugh from the amalgamate, and Byron rolled his eyes, tail flicking irritably behind him.

@itsgoatbro

* [Doggo digs through his clothes piles, trying to find the nicest clothes he had for the date with Asriel. THE Asriel! The Prince of Monsters! Okay, well, there isn’t really a kingdom anymore but still! Basically dating! Royalty! He’s kinda freaking out, actually!]

* [Should he dress casual? No, no, he should dress formal, probably going to some fancy restaurant on the other side of town. So he should find...Ah! Theres his nice suit! He can just reus- Oh dammit, theres a big stain on the front! Alright, well, there’s probably something else that’ll work...]

* [And there is, pulling it out and turning it around in his hands, looking it over, sighing.]

* Mmmrph...Better than casual stuff, I guess! Let’s hope it don’t grab too much attention.