@torielgoat-mom
(I’ll have you know I’m giggling because you play a motherly figure, and you’re saying “SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” How very un-mom like of you. What example are you setting for the children? xD)
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@torielgoat-mom
(I’ll have you know I’m giggling because you play a motherly figure, and you’re saying “SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” How very un-mom like of you. What example are you setting for the children? xD)
Toriel came up to the child and smiled. "Hello little one, are you lost?" ((Hiii honey :3))
Meri looked up at the woman, shaking her head. “No miss, I’m not lost. I don’t think I am, anyways.”
Hard to be lost when you don’t have anywhere particular to go, after all.
Getting Back On Track
(I know it’s been a bit ooc lately, more mun posts then anything. But now that I’m on spring break, I’ll be able to do much more with Meri. I can guarantee it!)
(On another note, I just wanted to say thank you to the followers we have right now! :D I can’t believe I have so many right now! Thank you so, soooo much!)
((I'm so sorry I went there DX I'm sorry honey *clings to Mettaton and muse*))
No worries X3 It’s not like Mettaton doesn’t hear that all from himself or like I don’t go there on a daily basis to this robot’s misfortune. And besides, Mettaton is canonly unaware of it. He’s still in his room at the ward.
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There was that feeling again. Like someone was pounding on their skull now, getting darker, getting deeper... Voices were starting to whisper now. Strange ghosts of a former life, unpredictability and malice. Something they swore themselves against...
Hadn’t they?
🍻 It's a shot of tea instead of liquor.
Sans gratefully takes the tea and drinks it.
“Thank you Mom.... *hic* I mean Ma’am.” He mumbles, holding the sides of his head, “You’re too..... too nice.”