‘Mistletoe’ with an Asgore stepping far far away from Helen
Send ‘Mistletoe’ for our muses to meet under one. // Accepting!
At first, Helen didn’t understand why the Monster suddenly shuffled away so quickly until she noticed him looking at something above her. Quirking a brow, she looks up and her blood ran cold,
“No! No, no, NO! I REFUSE!”
More disgusted than insulted, she ran out of the living room and into the kitchen, visibly shaken.










