passafrisk:
“Of course you’re a stranger. We’ve never met before. But I understand why you’re doing this. I don’t think you’re a bad person trying to hurt me or anything. I just think that you are concerned about me, being kid on my own. But I’m fine, really.”
Frisk offered the bear a big smile. They had a lot of faith in people. Not in humanity, but in people. As a group, humans were foul. As a individuals, most were good.
“But we don’t have to be strangers. Here, my name is Frisk. What’s yours?”
After feeling mighty embarrassed of himself for the previous outburst, he was relieved to see there was no harm done and he wouldn’t be reported to Hive City officials. The child came off as... awfully wise beyond their years, and definitely one of the more pleasant faces the bear came across in both experiences here and back home. The sentiment was returned by offering his own, toothy grin.
“Uh, sure sure! I always love makin’ new friends in the city, especially when you feel all alone somewhere so big n’ grand. I come from the humble ole’ countryside, y’know!” Of course, he’d stop himself from rambling to introduce himself in turn.
“Y’all can just call me Banjo.”

















