They almost tell him to cover his eyes instead of looking up, but--he's a skeleton. Skeletons don't have eyes that'll water (from that, anyway) or burn out.
Frisk watches him, and they listen to the gentle breeze rustling some of the treetops. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Not at all like Asgore's garden, or the wilds of Snowdin, or the fields of wild(?) Echo Flowers in Waterfall.
...He can speak the way they can, and that's a surprise. Frisk blinks at him a few times before jumping and throwing their arms out again, though a little more upward this time. They look like they've been plucked from the middle of a jumping-jack.
"Everything! 'Cause it's pretty! And it's cool! And it's different! And there's probably stuff you want to look at, right? And-and-and food--and ingredients to look for."
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Date: 2016-10-22 11:07 pm (UTC)Frisk watches him, and they listen to the gentle breeze rustling some of the treetops. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Not at all like Asgore's garden, or the wilds of Snowdin, or the fields of wild(?) Echo Flowers in Waterfall.
...He can speak the way they can, and that's a surprise. Frisk blinks at him a few times before jumping and throwing their arms out again, though a little more upward this time. They look like they've been plucked from the middle of a jumping-jack.
"Everything! 'Cause it's pretty! And it's cool! And it's different! And there's probably stuff you want to look at, right? And-and-and food--and ingredients to look for."