Mar 23, 2016
{@reiinaly}
“*Hey, mom. How’s it going?” Undyne covered her mouth after she spoke, a little slip of the tongue. She chuckled nervously, before trying to recover, her posture slacking slightly in the straight department.
“*I-I mean, Toriel... How are you today?” Her recovery wasn’t the most fastest and it also wasn’t the most steady of comebacks she was typically good at. With the slimmest chance of luck, Undyne just might get through with her not-satisfactory replacement of her previous sentence.
“*It’s a really nice day outside, don’t you think? Birds are singing and such, that sort of thing.” Undyne removed her hand that had went onto her cheek when she had started to speak. She let the hand fall limply into her jacket pocket.
