@irunthisfingxcamp
“Excuse me, dearie…?”
‘I want to go camping’ was a scary thing to hear when you knew absolutely nothing about it. Rather, it was scary for you, who just so happened to be perhaps the most overbearing mother since “overbearing” was conceived as a word.
But that’s why you’re here now. And why you’ve opted to try and speak with the children, too, since their opinion mattered more to you than anything the adults said. Maybe not your best idea for kids who aren’t totally aware of monsters yet, but–
“Do you have a moment?”
ℳ𝒶𝓍;;– At first, Max looked at Toriel like she had a couple extra heads attached to her. However, he’d seen enough at this point in his life that he’d probably just call it routine to see something slightly out of the ordinary at this point.
And wasn’t there something about people of some kind coming to the surface a while back? He honestly couldn’t be bothered to remember. Still, while he usually would give a snarky remark... He’d have to dial it back a little. She seemed... She seemed way too sweet to be given any notable sass of the bat.
‘ Uhh... Sure. ‘ He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket before turning to fully give the other his full attention. ‘ Something you need? ‘
