Frisk's...a little cold, weirdly. More cold than they were just from being near the edge, where the winds are the most.
"Dunno. Maybe my dad does. If he can." They barely realize they're talking. "He...died a long time ago. Was three or four, I guess. Don't remember him. Pretty sure Mom loved him a lot, though."
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Date: 2016-09-20 03:52 am (UTC)Frisk's...a little cold, weirdly. More cold than they were just from being near the edge, where the winds are the most.
"Dunno. Maybe my dad does. If he can." They barely realize they're talking. "He...died a long time ago. Was three or four, I guess. Don't remember him. Pretty sure Mom loved him a lot, though."