#pervertedskeleton

A few gruffs were let out, almost as a laugh. He gladly accepted the sweet gesture, laying down in the snow to show it. Pupper rested his snout next to him, as if beckoning little Red to join him. Perhaps they could share this toy? Play some tug-of-war?

To hear anyone enter his sacred space was surprising, and Asgore’s head lifted and held as his ears took time to sort what it was that was coming. Soft foot steps, and… knee shuffles? He’s not sure but the pretense of such a thing already holds a tighter grip across soul and chest. Gently, Asgore set his tea cup aside, fingers smoothing the settle of porcelain into the saucer.Slowly Asgore moved himself, body language open and welcome as he could make himself to be when the familiar soul of Red’s came forth… and the sight of a new one, hidden behind him too held hesitance and a lingering sense of dread through to the roots of his sore toes before he could swallow, blink, and beckon movement to his mind and thoughts.*Howdy… Welcome… welcome. *It has been, quite some time has it not, Sans? He’s not sure how this situation should be addressed, not in the slightest. Yet he must, in order for progress and information to flow forth. In order to understand, certain sacrifices must be made despite certain comforts. 

The sight of him crying in the middle of the night had her waking a bit more alert, rushing towards him with arms ready to embrace him close. “H-hey, h-hey, Red, wh-what happened?”

     Under normal circumstances he’d be furious at anyone for touching his things - especially his scarves or boots. All the same, it was hard to be pissed at someone who was already as terrified as Red. Rather he just gave a heavy sigh.      “And why did you take my scarf to begin with?”

“Hm? Did you want h-higher?” She was sure to keep a safe grip to the skeleton, fingers grasping him gently on his sides as she wrapped arms around him, swaying him a bit. His bony structure hadn’t prevented her from finding comfort in comforting him, and perhaps out of thrill in his child-like demeanor had pressed a kiss on top of his skull, and finally setting him down to see what he might need. “A-are you hungry? Cold? Wh-what do you need.?” 

Upon seeing his guest, he quietly made his way over. ❝ Howdy– are you lost? Do not fret, I know the way out of here. ❞ He kneels down to his height so he can see him better, smiling. ❝ Would you like some tea? ❞

(if he wasn’t dead, he would be heartbroken and tell little Red that it was ok, that he would be alright. To keep believing. But unfortunately, he can’t)

He means Judge specifically but I didn’t really tag it ‘cus Pap’s just about done with all these jerks being mean to his friends. Don’t be mean to the tiny bean either