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@snowtelling-blog
Would you say you full on love Chilldrake, or is it just a starting point at the moment?
Aw, jeez, dude. That’s a pretty hard question to answer, y’know? I think Chilldrake is the “coolest” guy around, no doubt about that. And I totally do love him a bunch too! But I don’t know what qualifies as full on love, y’know? Like, maybe I’ll love him more as time goes on?
Who knows what the future will bring! I guess for now, I’d say, yeah! I totally do full on love Chilli, haha!
Do your mom and dad get along?
“Ehhhh.”
Snowdrake, briefly, was at a loss for words. Not because he didn’t know the answer - or that the answer was even that bad. The topic of his father alone simply wasn’t a particularly comfortable one. Slightly reluctantly, he started speaking.
“Yeah, they still get along just fine. My dad does his best to help my mom around the house too if she needs it, and he’s as happy as I am to have her back.
“I don’t think she really knows about what my dad said to me that one time, or anything... Or at least, I didn’t tell her. Maybe he did? I dunno. They still get along fine, anyway. That’s the point and what you wanted to know, right?”
How do you feel about exclusivity in your relationship?
Bird shrug!
“I’m not really personally interested in anyone else, but if Chilli wanted to date someone else I would be totally “cool” with that so long as he told me about it. I mean, and obviously didn’t ignore me for them and all that, you know? So I guess my thoughts about the relationship being exclusive is like, I don’t really care that much. I dunno, maybe I’ll think different when we actually get to that bridge, but as far as I think right now..?
“Being in an open relationship sounds fine to me.”
How often do you find yourself thinking about Chilldrake?
“Pretty often!” Snowdrake chirped amicably, quickly running his beak along his neck feathers in a preening motion. “He’s one of my closest friends as well as my boyfriend, after all! We hang out all the time when we can, even if sometimes that’s just a bunch of back-and-forth texting while I help my mom and stuff.
“I’m thinking about stuff to tell Chilldrake a lot, like if I see something, haha, “cool”, I’m like, ‘Yo, I should tell Chilli.’ So whether I’m thinking about him specifically or thinking he’d like something I saw, it happens a lot!”
upstanding
The snow was coming down on them in freezing blankets, it was impossible to know where to step and the depth rose to well above the skeleton’s knee caps, which wasn’t a problem for a monster as tall as him, but Sans would be buried undead at this rate. It was cold enough to chill right through the bones.
As the glimpse of blue he had previously spotted slowly came into view, he noted how considerably smaller his brother appeared to be.
❛❛OH NO, BROTHER–! HAS THE STORM TAKEN YOU? AM I TOO LA–❜❜
❛❛ —WAIT, I DON’T REMEMBER YOU BEING SO FEATHERY… —OH NO, YOU MUST BE A LOST CHILD! DO NOT WORRY, YOUNG MONSTER, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE IS SAVE YOU, TOO !!! ❜❜
The little monster’s demeanour and stand-offish tone had clearly gone right over the concerned skeleton’s skull. Papyrus was becoming needlessly frantic, standing over the bird as though to protect him from the storm, not noticing that the little one was in-fact an ice monster.
❛❛ BROTHER? IS THAT YOU !?! THANK GOO— SANS !!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR PUNS! CAN’T YOU SEE WE HAVE AN INNOCENT CHILD HERE? THEY MUST BE TERRIFIED !!! ❜❜
He would usually be stamping his foot in frustration at an untimely pun, but he was hampered by the snow. He was however, utterly relived to see Sans safe, and once he was done being annoyed, he plucked his short sibling out of the snow and tucked him under his arm.
❛❛ COME FELLOWS! WE MUST FORGE ONWARDS TO THE INN! ❜❜
Papyrus was pointing dramatically in the wrong direction.
“I-- What?!”
Fruitless spluttering, more sounds than actual formed words, dropped out of Snowdrake’s beak as he watched the skeleton hover over him in utter confusion, unable to find the proper terms to convey what was on his mind - unable, in fact, to even have anything to properly place in mind, at a bit of a loss of both thoughts and words.
Weakly, the bird monster said the first thing that came to mind; “I’m not a child. I’m sixteen.”
The approach of the other skeleton was met with even more particular scrutiny, familiarity dawning in his eyes as he studied the newcomer that the one standing over him evidently knew - recognition that brightened further upon the pun.
“Hey, wait! I, uh, I ‘snow’ you. You work at the Resort sometimes. Sans, or something, wasn’t it?”
Finally having prior knowledge of at least someone around here lent relief to the teenager that was promptly expressed in his posture. His shoulders slumped even more visibly as his previously-fanned tail dropped down and his feathers smoothed out - though, to little avail as the revelation once again struck Snowdrake that the skeleton in front of him (well, the one that had been picked up by the scarved monster, that is) might have been sent here by his father. It was, in fact, even more likely simply by dint of how the two of them both had a position in MTT Resort’s lineup.
Teeth gritted within the keratin that mostly covered it, more of a wary grimace than anything, he eyed Sans, talons stomping into the slush to shift into a stubborn stance.
“My dad didn’t send you here, did he?” (Did he even care to? He was a disappointment to the family, after all; an utter embarrassment as a comedian.) “If he DID, you can tell him to go screw right off, man!”
An angry clack of his beak punctuated his sentence, wings spreading out beside him wide as Snowdrake took a few steps away from the duo.
“I’m not going! Hah, the inn - I bet that’s just like, codeword lingo for ‘where you’re going to meet up with my dad’ or something, isn’t it?! And even if it ISN’T, it doesn’t matter anyway! I don’t need your help. I’m an ice monster, this weather doesn’t even affect me! So you two can just GO.”
Snowy…
HEY YOU!! Why do you keep hanging out with those punks!? Do you have ANY idea what they've done?? Especially that one in the shades!! They're a REALLY bad influence for you!
WHAT the heck are you talking about? ‘Bad influence’? I mean, yeah, Ice Cap’s kind of a dillhole sometimes, but just because he turns around at the drop of G doesn’t mean I’m gonna copy him or something.
And as for Chilldrake...
Don’t you say that about him. He’s a really “chill” guy, and the best thing that I have in my life, you know. He’s not a bad influence on me! He’s not even bad, he’s a really great friend and the only support I have left. I don’t know what I’d do without him, and THAT’S why I keep hanging out with him! Because he’s my best friend - he’s more than my best friend!
I bet whatever he did was just something silly and goofy because of his whole ‘rebel’ schtick, to boot.
The grin made Frisk practically beam at him. Hey, the human really liked making monsters smile! And that’s exactly what they were doing here, right? They didn’t even hesitate in accompanying his little pun with a giggle.
They perked with interest at the mention of ‘Chilldrake’.
*Oh! Is that the 'drake I saw before talking about teens ruling the forest?
They found it curious they’d never properly met him. Huh.
*He was really pretty too! Maybe it comes with being a 'drake.
“Haha! That sounds like him, alright. If he was wearing shades that he never took off, that’s definitely the guy. He’s really ‘chill’, you know?” A fond look stole over the monster’s gaze at the mention of his close companion, and an even fonder smile replaced the old one.
“It probably does come with being a ‘drake. Shiny things are pretty nice, and we’re ice-based mons, you know? So our feathers are probably a little more glittery and reflective than a monster without ice magic.” As an afterthought, in case he accidentally mislead the human with his own speculation, he hastily added more to his words.
“I mean, that’s what I think, anyway. I honestly kinda missed out a lot of my class since I left Hotland altogether, and then I stopped paying attention so much to lessons with Chilldrake because it just didn’t seem that important at all anymore, so I don’t know if it’s true or anything. You might have to ask a monster teacher if you want to be sure.”
FINGER GUNS AT SNOWDRAKE. *There's SNOW doubt about it, you've caught my eye, pretty birdy! Don't FLAKE out on me now; I need time to admire your plumage!
“Uhhhh.”
Feathers gently puffing up around him, more uncertain embarrassment than anger or threat, Snowdrake cocked his head to the side and regarded the human with one eye. How was he supposed to react to something like this? Jeez. Better just divert.
“Well, those are some pretty ‘chill’ puns. I can say that much.”
They let out a soft peal of a giggle in response to that.
*I’ve only learned from the best! Icy him right here!
The human took steps toward him with a wide smile on their face. He may be awkward about it – but the lack of negative response encouraged them.
*Really, you’re pretty. And fluffy! How do you do it?
Though an awkward shrug was the answer to the question, a flattered grin nevertheless lifted his beak slightly as he clicked his tongue, pleased at the simultaneous pun and compliment regarding his jokes.
“Well, thanks! You’ve been great. But really, that’s honestly real ‘ice’ of you to say, hah.
“I dunno about any prettiness or fluffy plumage, though. I don’t really do anything with it. Mostly Chilldrake preens me, if that counts? That’s about the only thing I can think of; I don’t really do special stuff for my feathers.”
*tries to pet the feathers*
He gives the stranger a weird look and doesn’t seem to particularly understand why they want to stroke his plumage, but stands still obligingly for them anyway and allows them to pet to their content.
“Uh, next time you should probably ask first, man. It’s kind of rude to do that without getting permission, y’know?”
You look very fluffy.
A ruffle of the aforementioned feathers that gave him this look, before Snowdrake struck a ‘cool’ pose that Chilldrake would surely have been proud of had he been around to see it.
“Well, that’s because I am real fluffy, heh! It helps me keep ‘snow’ warm, you don’t even know. Which isn’t really that fun in Hotland.... But it was pretty comfy for Snowdin!”
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Papyrus had noticed the rising erratic weather alright– the severity of which had laid utter waste to the skeleton’s makeshift guard station. Granted it was only a cardboard box he had decorated elaborately with Sans, but it was disheartening to see his promising career fly off in the intense blizzard. He would have to find a new box now, and it had to be perfect and befitting of a future Royal Guard.
Incidentally, Papyrus had abandoned his efforts in securing the station in favour of locating his older sibling. After all, Sans was his priority and he had to look after him, especially since he was slowing down more and more lately. Hopefully Sans had not noticed his own discouragement as of late, but he was an expert at concealing his true feelings when he wanted to.
Clutching his scarf, the towering, bony monster made great use of his stature to wade through the deep snow toward his brother’s station. Please be there, Sans. Papyrus didn’t end up venturing far from his post before he caught eye socket of blue though the vicious, swirling snow.
❛❛ —NYEH? BROTHER !!! IS THAT YOU !?! WHY IN THE SAKE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS ARE YOU WANDERING AROUND IN THIS WEATHER !?! YOU’LL GET HURT AND YOU ONLY HAVE ONE HP !!! STAND STILL I’M COMING TO RESCUE YOU !!! ❜❜
Blizzards. Who cared about blizzards? He was an ice-based monster; it wasn’t as if he was going to freeze to death.
So he was being buffeted and coated by heavy snowfall, in a frosty forest he didn’t know his way around. So WHAT?
Talons kicking their way through the ever-frozen slush underfoot, Snowdrake continued his blind rush through the trees already well-laden with white. Ice Cap, having noticed the impeding storm, had already taken his leave hours ago to retreat home. Not that he blamed the other monster for not inviting him; after all, they had only just met. (SOUL mainly made of compassion or not, monsters could still be rotten no-good individuals.)
But that still left him with nowhere to go, unless he felt like being buried in frozen water - which he didn’t. His feathers all a-ruffle, plumage puffed out in some sort of pathetic defense against the obscuring storm, Snowdrake wasn’t even sure where he was going. He wasn’t familiar with this territory, hadn’t even seen the Snowdin Forest in its entirety before the weather had descended.
A lurch of shuddering hesitation overtook him, his claws slowing to a stop in the snow below him as the avian realised something; there were cliffs here, edges that fell into nothing but rocks and trees jutting up from below. Bird monster or not, he didn’t want to take his chances with that.
He could barely see trees whipping in front of him until he narrowly avoided the buffeting, chastening blow of a branch. There wasn’t a, hah, “snowball’s” chance in hell that he’d be able to perceive an edge until he went barreling off of it, at the pace he had been going.
In the howling not-quiet silence (that is to say, the noisy background sound which wasn’t silence at all) that accompanied the fierce wind, Snowdrake could have sworn he picked up the booming cry of a voice calling out somewhere close to him - close enough for him to hear, at least, even if he could not discern the exact whereabouts of the stranger.
Who else would be out and about in such abysmal a storm? Feathery tail slowly rising up like a tiny flag, the rest of his down also expanding out of caution - not feeling threatened yet, but definitely a puff of wariness, because what if it was his Dad trying to force him home? Never mind that he didn’t recognise the voice; maybe the other ‘Drake had hired someone. He didn’t want to see hide nor hair of his old man. Not right now. Maybe not ever. - Snowdrake stood his ground and turned, head cocked at an angle warily as he attempted to discern the origin of that shout.
The monster’s shoulders dropped slightly upon spotting the skeleton approaching him, though he still remained cautious. Not his father, but still possibly someone who had been employed by him.
“Who are you?” He demanded of the monster in the scarf with as gruff a tone as he could manage, trying to menace the taller being with a tough exterior if nothing else.
Boo !
Oh, is this some kind of joke? Like maybe I should say ‘boo who’. That’s pretty funny, I’d laugh at that.
FINGER GUNS AT SNOWDRAKE. *There's SNOW doubt about it, you've caught my eye, pretty birdy! Don't FLAKE out on me now; I need time to admire your plumage!
“Uhhhh.”
Feathers gently puffing up around him, more uncertain embarrassment than anger or threat, Snowdrake cocked his head to the side and regarded the human with one eye. How was he supposed to react to something like this? Jeez. Better just divert.
“Well, those are some pretty ‘chill’ puns. I can say that much.”
How do birds kiss, anyway?
“We nuzzle each other!” He was quick to answer, seeming rather unperturbed by the topic at hand - in fact, from Snowdrake’s little fond grin, he found it rather enjoyable. “That, or we bump them with our beak. Or, and this isn’t really exactly ‘kissing’, but you could always preen ‘em.
“Just whatever works, y’know?”
So, Snowdrake! Word on the street is you've got a little somethin' somethin' going on with a certain someone, eh?
A pleased, albeit embarrassed, ruffle of the feathers accompanied the strange monster’s question. Quickly, Snowdrake ran his beak through the down covering his chest and grinned.
“Yeah, it’s true. I’m dating just about the “chillest” guy around. He’s really great, you know? I’m glad to have ever known him in the first place; he really helped me out in a real tough time.”
