They'd hate to make the other one trouble themselves for someone like them. Frisk hoists their guitar and scuttles down the corridor, clambers across the garden and the snow (with difficulty, of course. the snow is deep and some of the things under it are lumpy) until they get into the other side of the castle from the garden, shaking out the snow from under their boots.
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Date: 2017-03-28 03:01 am (UTC)"n--no! i can come! wait, uh--just... hold on."
They'd hate to make the other one trouble themselves for someone like them. Frisk hoists their guitar and scuttles down the corridor, clambers across the garden and the snow (with difficulty, of course. the snow is deep and some of the things under it are lumpy) until they get into the other side of the castle from the garden, shaking out the snow from under their boots.
"... hello?"