[INTRO] they probably hate having to get used to a new place

[mercybutton]

Nooooo.

[aaaaaa. uuuuugh. What bothers them most right now isn't that they're suddenly someplace they don't know and thus are not at home, it's that they're suddenly someplace they don't know and thus is going to bump into literally Every Single Obstruction that exists here. Honestly, they'd be more concerned about being displaced from their family if they weren't annoyed about the prospect of having to get used to a possibly enormous place. Nobody better move the furniture around.

After a solid minute of laying on the ground they sit up. Feels like grass, sounds like water is rushing nearby. A park? Frisk stands up and starts shuffling around, trying to get used to their surroundings, finding one of the paths winding through the gardens. Then they start walking, gaining more confidence, and then-



trip right into a fountain. Curse their recklessness.]

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[mercybutton]

[Lucky, they think. They've exhausted every possibility of the Underground. Because they were curious.

If someone were to die, they don't know how well they'd be able to grieve.]

Hmm.

Is there anything else about the castle I should know? Like, um, the hedge maze 'n stuff?

[dustless]

It never really occurred to them. Not after that dummy was reduced to dust with one hit. Those things were supposed to stand up to a fight, weren't they? How fragile must monsters really be otherwise? nd they could come back if they died, so...there was never a need to kill anyone, and so they never discovered how differently things could go.

Right, good, moving on. "Just...it's big, I guess. And it's easy to walk off the towers if you're not careful, but 's not hard to figure out if you're walking up a ton of...spinny...spiral stairs to get to the top."

[mercybutton]

[Yeesh. They make a face.] Okay, no spiral staircases. Be careful up them, anyway.

Anyway. We should probably get somewhere to dry these. [They hold up their pile of sopping clothes. It's started to make a puddle on the floor.]

[dustless]

Tiny laugh. "'f you're gonna anyway, there's an art-y bedroom on top of one sometimes. Careful you don't spill paint all over you."

A nod before they realize--"Yeah. Probably gonna have to try them in the garden sun, actually. Unless you want to hang them over a stove, if we can find one?" Frisk gently grabs their wrist in perpetration to lead again.

[mercybutton]

The garden is fine. [Lightly, they squeeze the other's hand. Frisk is ready to go when you are.]