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Continued from here.
* Poor Asriel, so abashed by his mother’s doting that even the tips of his ears had gained a tint of color. “Ho ho ho! I would hope so,” She said merrily, taking particular care to smooth out the fur she had just tousled between his ears. There we are. Tidy again. “You have a very tall mother, and a very tall father.”
* “Did you know that your grandmother Dreemurr was even taller? Perhaps you will be nine feet by the time you are my age. What do you think of that?”
*Ah, Asgore’s mother; Toriel had never measured her height exactly, but she certainly hadn’t needed to tilt her head so much to look someone in the eye in a long time, before the evening they’d met properly. By the way that same woman had drawn up to look back down and appraise a then-young Toriel, she suspected they were both aware of how effective that was in informing her who she needed to impress.
* Ha. She very well could be looking up at Asriel, someday. She found the thought both exciting and amusing.
