@toughbcy cont. from x.
❝ i don’t care what he said! it doesn’t mean you get to pound him into oblivion! ❞ they huff, holding a little tighter to his hand so he didn’t jerk as much. somehow, this is how the two spent most of their time–– buttercup injuring himself via fights while frisk bandaged him up. a sigh leaves their lips, brushing the hair that had fallen into his face away.
❝ i just worry about you. i don’t like when you’re hurt. ❞









