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Pap had just rolled out of bed about an hour ago and discovered Solis missing from the other side of the bed. He figured he’d gone out to get something or other and decided to use this time to actually properly look around his boyfriend’s apartment. He’d been half living here for a while now, enjoying his time with Solis, but whenever he was here he was, obviously, spending his time with his boyfriend so he never really got a chance to explore on his own. He wasn’t trying to dig through Solis’ stuff or anything, he absolutely understood privacy and he didn’t want to break the trust between them, but when he opened up a small drawer in the bathroom this was the last thing he expected to find.

He was now pacing behind the couch, clutching the object in his hand as he texted Solis to ask him to come back. He waited for a few minutes, his mind going a mile a minute, before his boyfriend finally walked through the front door and Pap stopped pacing. He looked up at his lover, confused and slightly panicked, and held up a small baby bottle along with a tiny one piece. 

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❅ Echo smiles back to the other skeleton and simply gave a little shrug to the question. "Oh, nothing really, I was simply looking for people to talk to."

❅ He gives a bit of a nervous chuckle, seems he wasn't too accustom to chatting with people. "Meet a few people, make a new few friends, that kind of thing."

/🙅‍♂️ - Walk in my muse and see them covering up their naked body 

Some days, Asgore just liked to walk around his house naked. It was normal right? It was his house, and he rarely had company these days, especially this time of year. But it seemed like fate had decided to let someone in without him noticing until it was too late.

      A wide and sweeping wave of his hand conjured a sparkling rush of brilliant green energies, a flash of resilience flickered and swirled, beckoning the image of the familiar door that marked the edge of the Ruins before humming contentedly. 

      The radiant rush of familiarity; quick to read the signals of the timeline that appeared before his eyes and humming to himself before kicking up from the ground as an all consuming flash of radiant green consumed him 

      The rushing sensation of falling overcame him in a staggering sweep, plummeting through the air when... oh dear... this fall was a bit further than he’d intended it to be. 

      Ground did not meet his feet in the next step, and as the rushing green energies flickered out of his line of sight he gave a startled peep, spying the ground a good ten feet beneath him, so with a quick drop through the air, and a spooked shriek... the scientist dropped through the air and crashed into the thick layer of snow.

      Toppling in a quick rounding bounce over the powdery surface, the inventor grunted with each bounce before finally slowing to a stop. 

      Oy vey, that landing had... been rougher than what he was used to, and he could’ve swore he’d taken down a sapling with him in his landing. Creaking open to let pale green eyelights search for the source of the weight over top of him, there was a quick squeak.

      His face lit up a brilliant harlequin green, oh dear... that--

     Th-that had not been a sapling he’d taken down in his tumble...

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Work, head home, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, head to work, repeat.. That was the life of one particular glitch among the multiverse. Frost didn’t necessarily hate such a life. It was stable, he had his days of fun when he’d meet a new figure or went for a vacation. However, he just felt as if.. As if there was more to life than just baking a recipe and serving it. That he had wasted his life despite enjoying all he’s done up to this point. He needed excitement. He needed something he didn’t understand. He needed.. Something new.

The elemental watched as the last customer in his restaurant had gotten up and left to head home. Frost made his way from the counter to the table with heavy shoulders, his body slumped forward and head hanging. It had been a long day and he honestly needed a bit of sleep to recover. Not only did he feel physically stressed but all the mental boredom only made it feel like he was just repeating the same day over and over. 

It was roughly nightfall underground, the time when monsters sleep and crooks move about. When things grew darker where they could, however, such places like hotlands didn’t have such luxuries. It was like a constant daytime there. Luckily, Frost’s home was all the way in the capital.