Nov 12, 2017
HEY NERDS
“What’s uuuuuppp?”Local nerd does a dab in greeting, spiked hair bouncing with way too much hair spray. You’ve summoned him now.
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HEY NERDS
“What’s uuuuuppp?”Local nerd does a dab in greeting, spiked hair bouncing with way too much hair spray. You’ve summoned him now.
Just curious, Asgore, but are you boxers or briefs type of guy? Hope I'm not being too intrusive.
Ahhh... starting so soon with such personal questions. There’s a bit of a listless sigh, and he’s simply brushing a hand over the back of his neck. *I am which ever is appropriate. *Briefs are good for tighter articles, fancier things. Keeps my thighs from sticking too much.There’s a little twinkle in his eye from that, an old memory that played out with nostalgia and the flicker of gold and white, swaying around him.... it’s gone before it’s tangible.*Boxers are more lax. If I’m simply at home to do paper work or gardening, I’ll use a pair of those instead. *It’s all context, for me.
would u prefer father or daddy? patriarch is also a possibility.
*Ahhh...He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly here. This... was become bizarre for him to hear. *Depends, upon the person? *Father... is common for my children.*....Patriarch is with Majesty. He’s ignoring the Daddy one on purpose.
daddy where is my allowance
*Your.... allowance? His brow knits with confusion, trying to see if there was some allusion to a joke that he was missing, here.*I.... don’t know?*Do I owe someone funds?
Places a few seeds of different kinds of flowers for asgore to find
It was strange, suddenly finding these little hints and gifts. Some between books and pages, other in his morning routine cup. Each one is collected with giddiness and affection, hunting around his house to see where the next little stash was hidden away. Eventually, they were all found, and gathered in a little basket. New seeds meant new colours and additions to his damaged garden... and they helped soothe him of his concerns.*I... will ask my friends to help me plant them.Asgore murmurs to himself, beaming as he writes a little thank you letter to his mystery gifter and sets it beside his door for them to find.
/hangs a various teabags on asgore's horns/
The Boss monster blinks, distracted from reading his book to look up, and blink in confusion at the dangling little objects strewn about his head.*I.... what?Asgore sat up, leaning to look in the mirror on the wall... and began to laugh in barking peels of amusement. It looked so funny! He looked so silly-! His hand palmed over his breast pocket, eyes watering as he couldn’t stop looking into the mirror and wiggling his head side to side to watch the bags dance and jump from the tension in the strings.Well. This was something to start off his day, wasn’t it?
△ do you like killer robots in general??
Meme: link /accepting
Such a curious question... he holds up a little sign with a ‘1/10′ rating. He’d be able to answer something like this. *Killer robots?*I suppose, in Alphy’s shows they are very curious looking.*The one she shared with me had robots with personalities... and it was very cool.He gives an eager little smile at that, recalling the flashy scenes with the bikini wearing girl and the short hero... their robot seemed very small at first, but it was interesting to see a story about humans trapped underground, too. *Though we do have a killer robot as a star, but...*He’s never really hurt anyone, has he?Asgore chuckles softly, thinking upon this further for himself. What a cute title...
△ How much does it hurt, waking up in a house that is empty because of your past actions?
Meme: link /accepting
Already, the regret of offering such a thing hits heavy and hovers hard. His soul tightens and constrains itself like it could possibly hide away from the inevitable pain… He holds up a sign that says 5/10.*…..There is, no real language to describe the pain.*Knowing and living, a time where my house was plentiful, alive and energetic…His smile is tight, and his eyes are glossy as he looks upon the floor with a heavy, heavy heart. So much love, and life that was lost, because of him. His cowardice. *It’s my penance.*I suffer this way, because I deserve to.Asgore whispers lightly, offering a kind little smile before ushering the asker out.