#monsterofflames

So. This was Snowdin.

He never really came out this far into the boonies. But fine and good. He wouldn’t be recognized here. That’s be alright... 

He kept his hat down as he entered the place known as Grillby’s and sat at the bar. The guard dogs gave his suspicious looks, but they kept chatting with each other...

@monsterofflames

*Wait so you’re telling me there’s a human coming?

*(The android currently had a had up to where his ears would be, but he wasn’t holding anything. It was obvious there was some type of signal being transmitted though.)

*And they’re not friendly? Oh dear, that’s not good. Right, right.

*(He paused, listening.)

*I understand. I’ll be there. Let’s just hope Undyne will be able to stop them.

*(With a sigh, he rubbed at his temple before looking over at the bartender.)

*(The woman made her way through the snow covered streets with a smile as she headed for her cousin’s restaurant. Pulling her scarf closer to her, she quickly made her way inside it. Stepping up to the counter, she gave a wave to her cousin.)

Send ‘Don’t you dare touch them!’ to see how my muse reacts to being protected by yours.

*(A few sparks flew from where the android’s arm had been. It didn’t look as though it’d been pulled off forcibly, but the fact that his voice was skipping and glitching suggested something else had been done.)

Sirilene shivered, rubbing her arms to stay warm as she made her way through the snow. Winter was not her thing, and snow could be considered her enemy. Ice bits lured one in with the promise of beauty and softness, only to be cold and wet when it melted in her socks. Not to mention the death spears that were icicles. Stinging red nose was mixed with the consistent whipping of the hair on her face wasn’t helping with the general uncomfortable feel. 

When she finally arrived at Grillby’s, it seemed she couldn’t get inside fast enough, closing the door between her and “winter wonderland” as quickly as managed without seeming crazy or even rude. Finally able to take a rest, but not before she removed the few offending snowflakes left on her coat, she plopped herself at the bar, pulling her waist length orange hair back into a braid. Out of distress now, her forever changing eyes did what they always do: Match her mood. From under her pupils spilled a more contented and joyful green, eating up the grey that showed her hatred for cold like acid and leaving no trace of the shade.

*(The android was currently leaning against the other’s shoulder, somewhat curled up into his side as well.)

*...