It's early enough that Frisk's barely awake, stiffly wandering the halls. They've just grabbed a blanket, but they haven't quite managed to adjust it for maximum warmth.
They'd been outside when the storm hit. It's the least pleasant awakening they've had since fighting Flowey.
They see the silhouette of somebody in a room they're shuffling past, and they make a tiny noise of greeting without really looking at them.
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Date: 2017-01-08 05:40 am (UTC)They'd been outside when the storm hit. It's the least pleasant awakening they've had since fighting Flowey.
They see the silhouette of somebody in a room they're shuffling past, and they make a tiny noise of greeting without really looking at them.