The question caught him so off-guard that for a moment he just stands there, staring at the kid with a dumbfounded expression. Considering how obvious his friendship with Toriel was, he could only figure the kid meant something more than just THAT and it was that thought that had his usually porcelain cheekbones darkening with a blush. Was it that obvious? Sure she was funny, beautiful, and way out of his league but he thought he’d done well pretending she was just another pal - clearly not.         * ah.. what -uh- what makes you ask that, kiddo?         me n’ toriel get along well enough. y’know, we’re         good friends and all that.

                 WHAT A NEUTRAL FACE. bill thought that was funny. most people he usually saw had a resting face that told you to not talk to them or were so happy all the time that it was slightly scary. but here was the most neutral face he had ever seen. it was adorable for some reason. he was curious though, who they were. “ um, we-weird question, what are you th-thi-thinking about ? “ he asked as he took a seat beside them. // @pxcifrisktic

          “alright, fruitloop, we’re here; pumpkin festival an’ all its glory. whatcha wanna do, eh? could ghoured ourselves on pie, or maybe squash some games. i ain’t doin’ the water gun thing with ya, though— you play dirty.” 

           “It late. Sleep.”

*(Then, mimicking something he’d seen her Mother do several times, he presses a thin lipped kiss to her finger, an admittedly awkward attempt to make sure she feels better.)

           “ does your heart guide you? “